Ho Ho Ho

I beg to be released, To be let out; The shackles hold me close, And they hold me dear. I need assistance to Escape the hell I've Woven for my boredom. But the thick blanket Of self-deprecating Humour Prevents help from Reaching on time. And the cycle resets Itself asd runs the agony Of my …

Slaves

Scratch. Cancel. Change. For every word there is, A better one is hidden. A feeling as potent as pure; To attempt a coup Is inviting farce. The nib scratches out A word, Then cancels the Entire line, Giving up. Tears well up, Then run dry. What once was loved, Now lies unused. My pen scrambles …

Therapy

I list items down, and then manually Alphabetise them. Not convinced, I filter them again. This time based On length. I sigh. Content with what I achieved as I Sat and laboured through 14 items; 3 starting  with an S And 2 with W's. My therapist asked me to  'Count my achievements And to bask …

Conversations

I hate conversations; If I'm expected To be an active Participant. Conversations in Elevators. Especially elevators. Enclosed within The confines, the Claustrophobia, The weak smiles, The soft salaams, The awkwardness. I fake phone calls If I reach the Elevator and see Someone else Waiting for it. I have even learnt By rote, the number And …

Go on…

I begin with a promise To myself, And to you in turn. I will not pace myself With fiction. I would not lie to you, And would not distance Myself from your Disdain and Distrust. My pen flows freely, Without spurts and Without breaking My prose's stride. It's easy, for my prose Lacks character. It …