Chaos

A part of my being

Craves for harmony

Order, precision,

It demands monotony

The restless ticking

Of the inner clock

In perpetual motion

Set off the dock

My frantic tries

To impose symmetry

On the patterned fabric  

Of innate tapestry

With feigned decreeing 

Of thoughts’ scurry

Slackening them

In a dazed hurry

I halt for a moment

At a faint cry

Of a breath held

Inside a deep sigh

And then, by chance,

I stop being menial

And let go of those

Trapped in denial

To witness the charm

Of chaotic consonance

Randomness of each

Humming in resonance