Sugarless

I took a walk to clear my head. I told myself that I needed airTo make me think straight. It took me a quarter of anHour to walk the circuitThat enclosed my regularArea of work. I walked around the smallMilk bar (where I write thisFrom), a mosque (which I've neverPatronised), the sole stationery Store in the area …

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 and 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 …