Yoga – a poem

Started every early morning

Every movement was easy

As everyone else slept

It would just flow

And the world around me

Would just go slow

 

Wake up!

It was just a dream

You are not so Zen

You don’t wake up so early

Most of the time

Everything is so blurry

 

But when I breathe in and out

Inhale and exhale

Suddenly it’s all calm

I feel something in my toes

In the pit of my stomach

In my palms

 

Makes me wonder

Do you feel this way?

Or am I plain insane?

All these poses

Someone created

Knowing something

 

So now we try

to decrypt

take a huge sigh

 go through the scripts

and then maybe one day

we all learn this kind of way

 

Nisha