Ring out the old

Feeling down and out as the old year is waning . . .
what is so jubilous about another second in the moment of this ageless wandering?
will this flitting moment all of a sudden in the nick of time erase the tremor of my soul?
will this changeover bring a makeover from nothingness to fulfillment?

Why should this one moment of time be Pricier than the next moment?

Can i not look forward to the next moment to be that big one that will bring the ultimate CHANGE!

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I am free

do you find me in chains?
do you see me in any fetters?
why then i feel am bound though all tell me i am free?

i guess i need to talk to myself
i need to tell myself sternly
that i am free

see everybody else tells me i am free
they congratulate me on being free.
does that mean , i wasn't?
how long was that?
why do i not feel the difference?

why do i need you to yell out to me
that i am Finally FREE!
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The bloated me

why do they ask for me ?
why do they want me?
Why do they need me?

Can't they mind their own business?
Can't they shine their own shoes?
Can't they  . . .?

what a fool was i to think they loved me?
what a fool am i to think they care for me !
it is too late now to think otherwise and continue . . .

i feel nice to believe

They do ask for ME!
They DO WANT me!
They NEED ME!

Twilight zone

i am here
no, i am not
i was there
no i was not!

i am she
no i am not,
i am what you know not what i am


as i swim through  liminal worlds
my friends know me not
my foes feel they know me,
i know they both are wrong.

for i live in the twilight zone
and the'i' they know is the 'i' of the 'twilight' world.

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Shards of Glass

Loose talk

unthought  thoughts 
voiced spontaneously 
pierce the hardened heart

Glittering pieces of diamonds thrown at me
Meant to beautify the relationship

Beautify or Beatify 
Pearls of rubies adorn the broken Glass

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Blank

Blank 

I feel like a tabula Rasa 

with the traces of sadness at the etchings washed away

the etchings though hurt my soul
were signposts that declared me alive.

they are gone
so am i.