I should be like an Owl

Using nightfall appropriately

Should be scribbling

Painting my words

My fingers should be in a hustle to finish a page

And page after page

The walls if it runs out

Further the air around, as a medium to write and to share

Discovering myself

Finding myself amidst words

Taming myself the way I want

Grammars are paid less heed

Expressing myself  in a free verse

Leaving my traces

Leaving a legacy

Leaving a part of me

Through what I scribble

For I have stopped looking out

To the others

For confirmation

For deliberation

I have started looking inwards

I have started investing

In myself

I have started living

For myself

For what I love

For what makes me happy

Living freely, being content

Counting on possibilities

Kissing joys

Unwrapping surprises

and smiling through

as I am filling up I

With the right spirit of being

Here and now

Beware!

I am losing myself to art

Spilling the chaos on the canvas

I may not remain a whole

For I maybe draped in a hand skill

Stroked with animal hair

Lost in the heat of colors

Seized in an imaginative capture

Transfixed in time

The remnants hard to characterize

Mutilated for an inventive victory

Woven in a verse of triumph

Sometimes discreet in absurdity

Sometimes molested in modernity

I may not remain a whole

Dashes may surface

In exhibits,

It may surround your gaze

Exist as a description

Limited just as a name.

You walk me around

You hold me up

Yet you stiffen me sometimes

Disbalance me

You make me want to fall

You!

Drain the last drop of energy

I owe it to you for a little less soul

A Little less drive

And a lot less writing

Crippled I become

I end my day limping

But there are days when friends surround me

And the Beer fills the fizz

Slow and smooth is the sip

The twinge dissolve

I go home dancing

With the zeal restored

With the spirit revived

Overwhelmed

Slamming on the bed, I crash

I retire

Adjusting the achy bones

Resting my **** mind

It dawned on me today to

write about hope

write about light

becoming pretty every day

from inside

filling yourself up with you

because baby, only you can save yourself

free yourself from the cage in your mind

you trapped yourself in

being resilient

all accepting

embracing and gently maneuvering through it all

You wouldn’t know unless you strive

For the other side of the horizon

You have definitely not seen it

None of them have

Jolt your comfort

Speak of what drives you crazy

Ascertain

Answer

Though risk persists in every move

Uncertainties are certain

But it’s to the hope

It’s to the dreams to keep living for

Breaking all the barriers

The chains

The inhibition

The fear

Surrounded we are

In the essence of

A Lie

A show

A setup

Hypocrisy

Brain washed we are

Manipulated

Mutilated

Muted

Controlled

Separated we are

By origin

By race

By color

Differentiated

Away from the truth we are

Disguised

Fabricated

Denied

Blinded

Violated

Poisoned

­Departed from what we are

Just far far off

This is up. This has always been up!

The light, the flicker
Accompanied by buzzing fly,
Tided in a cobweb
A fluorescent tube light.