Someone is inside my headAt first they knockWanting to be let out.They try from the forehead endTo exit through the skull.They hammer on the other side.This time my brain jangles.There is a ringing somewhere,I can sense their desperation In my own desperationTo let them out.I hold my headTrying to squeeze them out.The carpet I lay Continue reading

The hare or the tortoiseHoward Roark or Peter KeatingQuantity or qualitySpeed or precisionBreadth or depthJack of all tradesOr master of one?Choices, choices.Some we make,Some we escape.Some driven by circumstance.Some by deep-seated bias.If we didn’t have to makeWould it even endOr would we even beginFor fear of beingincomplete. Continue reading

They say, write anything.Anything.How do I write?When my brain is mush.I can’t rememberthe pastOr speak of a reliable future.I have forgottenThe books I readThe faces I lovedThe friends that were once special.They have all left,What seems like a prison.In which I am bound,of timelessness. Emptiness.A sea of loneliness.With waves of emotion hitting me. Who am Continue reading