Comfortable.

Comfortable.

I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft whisper of the wind, brushing through your face.
I like to be comfortable,

Like the dripping water of the rain, falling through the petals.
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sound of the pages, of an old bound book,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sweetness of the tea that stays in your mouth,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft mews of the sleeping cat, in the balcony, curled and unaware.
I like to be comfortable,
Like as if you never know how comfortable it is.

When Time Stands Still.

Fast, that is the life.

The life that I am on,

Moving with tremendous speed,

Onward and onwards.

No time for thoughts,

No time for reflections.

No time for  breath,

No time for stillness.

A moment of pause is what I yearn,

A moment of stillness is what I need.

But will I ever learn to be still,

Will I ever learn to breathe.

I will only know,

When Time stands still.

~ prajitha.