I wake up, my mind numb, my legs feeling Like 10 kg bags of wet cement Have been tied to my ankles; weighting Me down, ripping a dent With my name in the fabric of the universe. I think briefly of yesterday, it was the reverse Of the state of my mind, as it ties and it binds Me today as if to remind Me that nothing ever is permanent - No. Nothing stays forever, it isn’t meant to. Charmed luck, joy, good health and peace Hardship, tragedy, anxiety and disease They come, they take their turns at the wheel Some lasting longer, some just touch you and flee. I wake up, my mind numb, my body feeling like lead But tomorrow I’m hoping I won’t feel so dead.
A wandering “desi” and a corporate chicken who’s flown the proverbial coop is what I currently am. Have chosen the sultry island of Sri Lanka for my wandering/ experiential activities.
Writing something- anything really, has been on the bucket list for a great old while. Finally putting some pixel energy behind the cause!
This blog is about a wide gamut of stories, opinions, ideas, characters, storms in teacups, extraterrestrials, food for the soul (and some not so much), space (of the cosmic and personal varieties), cutting edge psychoanalytic analyses, and sunsets (Dysania-struck so probably no sunrises!) – all presented to you from a wide array of coffee shops across my modest globe-trotting sojourns.
Here’s to enjoying the ride together!
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