POEM- MIDSTORM

 POEM - MIDSTORM

midstrom, in my mind
i can be a killer or object of plight
whats going on ?
nobody knows,
maybe just another clash of neurons

midstrom, in my heart
i could be a humiliated women or a lover
whats going on?
oh, maybe 
i just turned 18 and wanna cut the cup

midstorm, in my soul
i see myself talking to the moon or my lovely mom
whats happening ?
i just wanna know, 
at the end i am just stranded at that shady midstorm

midstorm again, this time in my eyes
Somehow now i'm seeing a dim light
Perhaps ,its just i am going down 
Down to that dark midstorm 
trying to hunt that storm
Or trying to calm it down 
and most probably,
fix that bloody midstorm.

                            -ADITI SINGH