Tuesday, 11 December 2012


One of those nights yet again
Sleepless and tired in bed
And am left to wander
What it means to be haunted in ones dreams

The sudden feeling of realization
Or the slowly moving backward clock that refuses to tell time.
An uneasy feeling overshadowed the mood
As my breath got heavier and louder.

The heat started to get unbearable
But a picture was the perfect representation
of hungry and loneliness that that remained...

As light as the feather in between the leaves
they dried along cohesively with the season
Was it early this year?
Old memories that are overdue and expired
Need to be off the shelves in every store

Letting Go

As I separated one white balloon from the rest of the bunch
I held it close to my bosom,
I thought of the last few months 
and how life flipped suddenly topsy-turvy .
I took within all that I had into that Balloon 
my feelings and emotions...

Reasons that even the heart is not familiar with,
Feelings that shattered the tainted windows,
and emotions that were beyond my control. 

As I held it close
I realized that it must go up high into the air
Like the little kids trying to get theirs  to rise
except here their innocence is untainted 
so their un-carved block remains safe.

With much strength and a brave face
I let the balloon up into the air
and let the winds of change decide its fate...