Slime

A Stroke that left me wrecked  

A drain of synergy

A pain that remains a viral strains in time

The slightest tint is a hint and it strikes again.

Unable to fight flight or take the plight

The doors that swung but not slam

Now the game is so insane

The wounds that cover but tower up to ache

The voice is on a voyage of ice.

The heart beating is a continuous aches

Breathing continuous is a burden

Blinking is a blunder.

Where and when is the end?

Living a keyed carcass,

Do carcasses feel the pain too?

~ From the dairies of a trauma haunted victim. 

Etching

Theory and practice probably come from two different worlds

A matured thought in an immature mind             

Overwhelmed by the dots of life.

A game of chemistry in the brain wins it all

Thoughts are grounded as the eyes rain.

There is an erosion of thoughts in the drain.

Where is the hunger gone?

Where am I headed?

Why is there so much of void?

A feel of being soulless

It did not scold but just grew cold.

Times that tame and state

“Gulp the voice. Don’t be the noise.”

Don’t I stand the liberty to have a space that is in phase?

A wish sails undefined.

Everything is nullified when there is no harmony with your soul.

The best

Distance and silence...

Are the only bonds between the skies and earth.

The long standing relationship where life flourishes.

Fastest Ride

There is a medium of communication even the stones can speak. Faster than what you can read, quicker than the language you can hear. Faster than light or anything imaginable. Thinking what I am talking about? It’s the wonderful human brain and thought process. Amazing, sometimes it’s the sight of something; sometimes it’s the sound of something that kick the fastest ride “past – present – future” even before we realize and recognize. You may be lost in some voluntary thoughts yet the subconscious mind sometimes overpowers and kicks off the ride. Just like precipitously sailing on high tides we shift focus.