Category: Experience


Watching the rain
through the window,
blowing in the silent
wind, the sun
bathing droplets,
remind me,
I’m behind
the glass,
stuck, like
a bug,
inside this
jar, of
nine
to
five.

irritation, like
droplets of water
leave deposits
on the heart,
one hundred
and forty
two
pinpricks of
frustration,
twenty nine
brushes strokes
of insult
caress
the soul,
daily-
setting up
shop, in
the heart,
just skipping
along, while
the evil
one, lurks,
waiting-
to pounce.

Along water fronts
glistening reflections
stare back-
envying.

Mirrors, longing
for a different view-
to see beyond
boundaries.

Echoes yearning
for voices,
of their own.

Shadows seeking
sunlight, sultry
substance.

Humanity
hungering-
to be,
humane…

like
spiderwebs,
entangles,
chittering
darkness,
gnashing
teeth,
eye’s corner,
approaching-
halted
by
the
Light-
inside.