NOT MYSELF TODAY

My fingers don’t feel like themselves today –
they don’t hold my pen as they are wont to;

they don’t scrape words out of ink, on the parchment,
or tap the temple to stumble across a new one or two…

My mind doesn’t feel like itself today –
It composes no rhyme as it is used to;

it dramatizes not every tiny moment and event,
nor poetically analyses situations in every shade and hue…

My heart feels not like itself today –
it pours out no confession or emotion as it is used to.

It instead takes to feeling nothing, having no care or worry –
a feeling that to my whole person is something entirely new…

My eyes don’t feel like themselves today –
they behold no ‘bright side’ as they would like to;

they shed no tear, they see no sunlight;
to them, today, their whole world seems blue…

My lips don’t feel like themselves today –
they speak no philosophies and theories as they love to.

Instead they lock themselves in silence,
as though the world has opposed them to a mute…

I don’t feel like myself today –
my faculties have strayed from my soul, as they never used to;

my heart and mind are not in harmony today,
and I must wait, till they’re joined again in tune…

© Isha garg

Doodle by Isha Garg