Are days and nights
sun and moon’s compromise?
Do clouds ever want to
jump down from the sky?
Who eavesdrops on whispered
secrets more? A sunny day
or a starry night?
Does the land beneath our feet
ever feel stifled with our footprints?
Why can’t we shed our worries
as easily as tears?
When did prejudice smother
humanity?
Why does growing up make me
feel so small?
Do happiness and sadness have
a schedule to follow?
Why does everything become
just so much better with colours?
Why can’t we sometimes
just let the inexplicable
remain unexplained?
Does there exist a safe
somewhere, that stashes
all the mysteries of the universe?
A cauldron of emotions 