Once I did something, or something happened.
It was not wrong. Was not right even.
But for me, it seemed correct,
though it was before many years.
Everytime, it flashes before my eyes,
I fumble and pull my fingers,
I jump up and stumble away.
Tried to cloud it under innocence,
naivete and ignorance.
But they shied away.
I lie on an unmoved pile of logs here,
with not even a bubble of air.
The flash peeks in,
probably to say goodbye,
then a bubble roars inside
and staggers away.
- ritu