Poetry: Cork on Water

Echoes of dreams and flashes of fantasy
Come often to me, amidst the turbulence of the sea

With so many thoughts that I no longer sleep,
I transit from day to day, forever lost in the deep

So many paths I don’t know where I am,
So many feelings I can’t see where I stand

At times my mind lifts seeing sparks from around
At times my heart falls, heavy and weighed down.

If I fight the tide, forces stronger than me act
And I’m pushed into thinking I know all the facts

Does anyone know why they do what they do?
Or do they also feel that all routes are untrue.

Like a cork on water I go with the flow
I cannot escape, because I don’t know where to go.


Vidya Varadarajan
18th June 2002