My Lines Aren’t Ever Straight


I can never get a straight line right.

It slides a little to the right

or sometimes to the left; and yet

everything needs straight lines.


The gaze that finds its way

into a loved one’s eyes is straight;

But I drop my eyes and look

at the ant crawling past.


The rays that drop from the skies are straight; and yet I dive for cover.

I love the river though – it meanders along,

seeking meaning, discovering, learning,

hurting, weeping and then pouring

its soul into the ocean.



it’s fine if my lines aren’t straight;

I need to let them stray.

Jaya Pillai

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