Rusty
I dive in search of words, words that once were the transcript of my ‘zehn’, which now seem to betray me. Is it my demented self that is always at loss of words or a hazy being lost in the maze of chores? I borrow and steal to put together a coherent emotion, but even the emotion seems to have lost a way. To me, It feels like I am Waldo but searching for the path out of the square maze. I, at times, lack the energy to connect and at times trying hard to stay connected. I sometimes doubt the sanity that I portray or maybe afraid of the punity of a misstep. I am digging deep and it does not augur well as to where I am. Or is it just a transient emotional attack -TEA, Time for one?
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manan dedhia
13 days ago
Nicely written.
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Yet again.
For what it’s worth, I’ve been telling myself that my spoken words do the job. But, the written word is what gets me to the stage of offering the spoken.
A lonely time
In an abyss, completely broken,
Keep Pushing On
Cannot believe how quickly life changes colours. The last time I wrote, I wrote about the“Painting of Life” (In 2013 I think). The last 2 lines of that Poem were -
Okay!
And I find it so fascinating, how these people will just say in a few words which would take me hour long conversations.
Reading Habit
My monkey brain is in overdrive when I am alone. I can’t read. I can’t write. I can’t watch an entire movie. I can’t code. Well this is all I can do when I can. There is not much else to me.
Flow State
Right at the eye of the chaos, there is a moment of clarity.