Damned mornings

another morning. the sound of rising traffic seeping in through my window. there's a rush outside.
i lay in my bed wide awake, thinking and wondering. its not yet time for me to wake up. maybe i can get some more sleep, i should try. maybe i should skip office today. go and sit near that lake and watch the water. yes, that wouldn't be bad.

wish i could just go back to sleep. maybe m just afraid to face the day. m gonna sink like a stone, gonna go all the way down and never come up.

So Far

today if you called me from afar

i would still come to you

if on the way i met strangers

who offered me a walk in their gardens

do not worry, for it will just be a walk

and i would still come to you

but i want to see the world

fly across oceans and visit unknown places

face dangers that i have not known before

be battered and bruised by rain and hunger

be rich with all the wisdom i can absorb

And in the end, i would come to you still

for you are the one where it all ends

the final station where i take rest

to fall into a deep slumber in your arms

if only you called me from afar

Proof of concept

what if i were a goat climbing up on a steep hill

not doing it because i can see grass on the landing

not doing it because i promised someone i could

not doing it because i think i will know once i reach there

what if i were a kid taking pleasure getting bruised

not because i know it will heal

not because i expect a warm and soothing voice

not because i want to look rough

And my mind wanders among dark landscapes

i try to make sense of my surroundings

but things never quite remain the same for me

how will i get out of here? where are the clear blue skies?

and what if this was poetry?

poetry of a retarded mind..

by now i'm quite sure this was nonsense