By Monish Chhabra ǀ February 20, 2020

I am up to something
I am going somewhere
An eye, to the wing
A smile, to the spot

We meet, on a float
That charms no hounds
No fears below the bottom
No limits above the mound

We ride, to a place
Where events don’t string
Deeds flow endless
Yet, strain doesn’t ring

Swift, in each stroke
Of breath; the only task
Which pleases or pains;
Mere labels, not the ask

Not yours, nor mine
That which is, It is.
The end of the knot
Is where begins the bliss

No rewinds, no forwards
Nothing to miss, nor to err
I am up to something
I am going somewhere.