On Receiving Music…

We were taught to listen …

and then inhale – deep breaths – as if melody has an aroma,

Or the molecules of our oxygen are bonded with musical notes.

Struck!!!

It comes uninvited like an unpleasant memory …it gets intense the more you try to suppress it…
It doesn’t knock the doors down ,it sips through the keyhole
…quietly
like a wisp of odourless smoke…
before you know it, you’re engulfed by a dense cloud of angst
Suffocating and sweating.
Drowning in self pity and doubt…

Then its gone…
as quietly as it came
…leaving behind a pelter of vigorous palpitations and a frail bundle of your former self
Drained of all esteem and fatigued.

Read. wRite. Rhyme.

Wounded.

It was a terrifying realization that…

what doesn’t kill you,

can cripple you forever.

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Broody Hen ( A narrative)

Anxiety .

My imaginary friend says : “Hi”

His name is Anxiety

When you see me fidget,it is because he tickles me. ©

Negligent…

“How they planned to keep that leaking relationship afloat beats me!”

With her guttural , resounding voice she begins .
In between long tokes of tobacco.

“Now that its submerging,they’re using the children as oars to row away on their single boats in spite of each other.”
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