Perfecting art

I have perfected the art of isolation.

I sit by myself

Sleep by myself

Dream the dreams by myself

And walk all the steps by myself.

Maybe it would have been terrible

Maybe it could be toxic

But I like my company

And the Quiet that ever so often

Seeps into my wordless conversations.

I fill this tiny space of four walls

With everything that bursts of me

Telling my story- a cave of my mind

That people enter and leave.

My body speaks in a language you try to understand

My hands try to untangle my thoughts as I speak in front of a person or crowds.

Does anything ever last?

I don’t know.

But I’m perfecting the art of being me

And it makes me happy.

~insight07 •

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Night Talks

Half bowl full of milky light

Half bowl empty of this blue night

Optimistic pessimistic clouds talk

“It will rain thousand and two miles from here

A human couple will fight and fight

A flower will smile after days of melancholy

A frog will dance and eat

Stepping on rocks hither”

Cold winds laugh at a distance

With the sleepy trees

Was it flirting? Are they dating?

The snakes on the ground slither

Lost in thought of

Lives of others


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Victims of masks and polished glass
Bodies with no traces of life
Even a statue tells a story.
Creation of fingers
And palms pressing into curves
Nose, lips and ears
Symmetrical breasts, a tiny waist and hips in proportion
So smooth, so cold
I stare at them when I spot them at
Malls, shops, maybe idols of gods?
All seem like a deceiving form to me.
Someday, this statue will blink at me
Breathe and hum a melody
With skin so soft,
So smooth, so warm.
It will talk of its feelings
And its stone heart
Which beats in every one,
Even you and I.


Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!


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One and a half

I can live with half a heart

I feel

Lifting the other half

Into your trembling chest

One and a half heart

Beat in tandem


My half heart shivers in cold

Blood rushes in where I had once been whole

I bleed and bleed

Fingertips cold and blue

I kiss you goodbye

Warm jacket and a blanket

In my bag that will fly with me

Miles away.


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