The mind fails to catch
Ideas floating like sperms
Waiting to be hit by conviction;
To gestate and come to life
Myriad images, like
Vibrant butterflies
Tempt; and then run amok,
In the dark recesses of mind
Across the hills and rivers,
My thoughts run wild
Then slip through my fingers
Like bubbles bursting in the blink of an eye
I simply let them sleep ,
Let them take their time,
When they mature into valued perceptions,
Then they’ll be mine.
Narinder Jit Kaur is a retired Associate Professor from Patiala,who taught English Literature for 31 Years in various Government Colleges of Punjab. A writer and a translator, she has five books of translations, from Punjabi to English, to her credit Including Voices In The Back Courtyard(Rupa & Co.) -An Anthology Of Short-Stories By Punjabi Women Writers. She writes articles, poems and short-stories in English, Punjabi and Hindi. You can read more from her on narinderjit.com