An Introspection

-AAKRITI THATAL. I can see. I can see the different colours and also monotone. I can see through the crowd and I can even peek through a hole. I can see the birds fly and I can see the humans. I can see objects and also motives. I can hear. I can hear the television loud, I can hear the traffic, static. I can hear your words and I can hear Nature. I can hear through your actions. I can smell. Smell the sweet scent of incense sticks which I, by the way, can burn and light. I can smell the tempting aroma of Maa's cooking and I smell the reek of the rotten vegetables. I can smell as my olfactory senses are stable and sound. I can taste, the delicious and the tasteless; the bitter and the sweet. I can taste the feeling of defeat and also victory. I can taste Art and I can taste Music. I can taste and I believe in my tastes. I can touch. I can touch beings, both living and dead, moving and stationary. I can touch people's hearts and that makes for another, I can convince

A little while back, I was attempting to compose a poem on, well, many things. However, a multitude of thoughts circled in and around my little brain and there were not many words to define and describe the thought processes. Just then, with the very inability to produce something out of the chaos, I came up with the following poem. A THOUGHT ABOUT A THOUGHT. _______________________________ -AAKRITI THATAL I beheld that ingenuous sheet forth my eyes, Aspiring to split it in Art. However, ideas ceased to strike, As though, caught in some labyrinth in my mind. Like a chimera, I tried to capture the chain of images threaded in my mind. The desire of flaunting notions and ideas overpowered my core. But then, felicity seemed to remain faithful to the sheet's frank simplicity. I had a Thought about a Thought. An innate reality- harmless and latent. Hitting my from all the ten directions, It resides in every corner of my brain. However, the hands seem to be obliviou