The moss that feels

Perched not on the top of the branch

But on the lifeless rocks on the land

I lay motionless

But not devoid of flesh

That so strongly feels

I am the moss that is green

For ages and beyond

Various seasons I confront

My view does not change

In the horizon filled with mountain range

When did I leave my body?

And turned into this velvety texture so mossy,

So smooth but shoddy

Is this my reality

Or am I just dreaming?

How can this be a daze

When did I get fazed?

This seems like

The most pertinent realism

I don’t think there ever was a human

In me that walked straight and tall

Oh my when did I fall?

As far as I can remember

I don’t know what happened past Decembers

I have been waiting

For an eternity it seems

This desert I so want to leave

I wait for the day’s sun to scorch me

So that I turn brittle and these rocks I can leave

Fly away across the mountains

I want to see what lies beyond, if there are water fountains

So I never leave hope and stay strong

I never stop waiting even if it is so long

Even though my soul keeps berating

Me for what deeds did I do

To be in this form rugged, old, and not new

Years have passed and no one seems to visit this ground so arid

But today is so different

I feel some weird rush and I want time to rush and be harried

I hear some footsteps brushing through some rocks nearby

I try to look from the back of my eye

But the manger is blocking my view

So I keep waiting to turn into a stew

In this hot and humid milieu

The footsteps are approaching

My neck of the hood they are encroaching

And without a minute of semblance

I feel myself up in the air trembling

He rubbed me off from the stone I was sticking

Now I feel the gurgles of inner organs because of his kicking

The pain gets severe minute by minute

Now I think I was better for not having any visitor

The wind is blowing too fast

I cannot even pay homage

To my home that was the last

I don’t think I will ever come back

All the dreams of seeing beyond the horizons

Are something that now I don’t want

As I twirl with the wind

And swirl into grinds

My pieces keep getting scattered

In the far expanse of the desert

That cactus

Some of my pieces getting struck in the needles

I wish that someone meddles

And stop this process

I want to go home

I want to go into my human shell

If not then I am just fine sticking to the rock

As the swelled moss

And sometimes the faded algae

But no I think this is getting more and more crazy

My existence rubbing off the edges of the black cliff

I am hoping there is something better on the other side

Else this journey would have been in vain

Oh I feel so drained

I make the holy pilgrimage

Across the mountain range

I was expecting to see holy gardens

But I am exploding with hopelessness in the air of this freedom

Welcomed by the sights of grain of sands

That is the only thing that exists on this piece of land

Oh I so want to give up

I don’t think I have any luck

Oh the rain, please pour on me and dissipate my existence

Or take me back to my human consciousness

I am apologetic for not being grateful

For being so wasteful

And just as I say

I open my eyes and run to the flowery way

The sight beholds the holy grail

I feel my skin tender and pail

I close my eyes and blink them open again

Redness of the rose in front of my frame

Is this heaven, am I dead?

Or is this a dream?

Whatever it is

I want to stay

But no, the winds blow me

And I dance through the sand again

I meet the cowboys’ shoes that hit me

And uprooted me

He held me by my waist

And says-

Oh, my darling I was so desperate to see your face

Where have you been

I was just about to give up all my dreams

Cuz I have no means

To live this life

If you are not by my side!