Drifting Mountains

I started writing poems as a teenager. They’d constitute of the usual topics a teenager would bother himself with; love, wonder, rage, aspirations, figuring oneself out, letting life happen. Now, in my 30s, I realise that those things continue to play a part in my life, they all remain profound. Sometimes I’m trying to get beyond these, sometimes I am soaking these to the best of my capacity. At times trying to frantically pull myself away from life’s relentless grip owing to these experiences, and at times holding life’s hand firmly through them. These poems are instances instants from the waves that life has taken me on.