tears, birthing a poem, so common
the melodramatic is always the inspiration behind...

it’s all jagged about my edges
I am an emotionally driven, person...

living in my mirror, is a different version of me
today’s fellow, who does not quit measure up to...

your intellect! do not insult your self
especially with regard to academic matters...

locked down within the constraints of humanness
a sting on the back of my brain...

there are other ‘Me's’ lurking in the shadows...
who are hiding from the sunshine...

crusting the outer edges of my life
scabbing ,healing the wounds into scars...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...

I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...

punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...

Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...