My life is a string
Too tiny it can snap
My life is a rock
Too heavy, it’s a burden
My life is not a story
That I can share with a smile.

I survived a hurricane
I escaped a drought
A heat wave just concluded
Yet I am still alive
Writing…

I wander alone in this world
A world ‘we’ are so many
While they, ‘them’ live a lavish life
We are ravished recklessly
Wondering…

All I need is someone to call mine
A shoulder to lean on
A shoulder to cry on
But still my shoulder rejects my soul
Lamenting…

September 4, 2015

Each step one takes
Has two significants
Three days are not enough for a lunatic
He will exclaim, ‘add me four more minutes’
Five hours of work
Can make you empty six bottles of beer
Even on a Sunday, the 7th day of the week
Number eight is a favorite to most men
And nine is viewed as an unstable figure
Finally ten, it gets you back to one
If you switch the digits

August 22, 2015