Drowsy eyes
Read the same lines
Over and over.
Writer
Drowsy eyes
Read the same lines
Over and over.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.

It’s all hazy.
A heaviness inside my mind.
I tried to overcome the feeling with a smile.
Smile turned into a tear.
From the outside it might just be another book.
On the inside there’s a whole new world.
& in those words I belong.
Dusk was falling rapidly.
Air was getting colder.
Path ahead was lonely.
No one there to hold her.

Every time I put my head on your shoulder,
I know that I’m home.
My path; piled-up by snow
I continue to walk slow
Towards the imposing Mount Kilimanjaro.
*Inspired by the famous quote of Fyodor Dostoevsky, “To live without Hope is to Cease to live.” No matter how difficult life gets, we continue to give our best to achieve our dreams.
I picked a book from the library and excitedly ran all the way home.
I locked myself in the tiny closet and sat down on the floor.
Eagerly, I opened the book and the words were waiting for me.
Looking up at me curiously.
Two little strangers would embark on a new journey.
Slowly and patiently from one word to another I rolled.
The words started revealing a story like I hadn’t read before.
This time it took me into a forest dense and green.
I escaped from the reality and lost myself in this picture serene.
I was a Merman and a white-winged divine horse accompanied me.
A heaviness in the air,
An adventure was on its way.
A mystery to reveal.
I got absorbed in it so fast that I had forgotten to eat.
My mind raced..
Word by word, page by page.
I travelled in my mystical world
while being seated in my tiny unkempt home.
And just like this, everyday
I traverse into my world of fantasy
Away from the pain, fear, anger, brutality and poverty.
I go lands away just by coursing through the page
and I escape my reality.
What is wrong with me?
Why is my mind treating me so miserably?
All I ask for are a few words..
To please my soul.
But seems like my numb mind
Is being too difficult
To let it all flow.
All I ask for are a few words
To rain down from my brain.
But every time I sit down to write
Holding this pen with all my might,
My mind remains to be distracted
Refusing to partake in my efforts
That could possibly bring me
Some glory.