Someone is staring at me

I look at the floor 

And become overly interested in an empty sheet 

I can feel it burning a hole into the back of my neck.

I decide not to look

I click my heel nervously

And scribble some fanciful nonsense.

I decide not to meet their eyes but

They bore into me like gimlets

My temples throb and my veins pop 

Cursing peripheral vision

I grit my teeth and persevere

My neck begins to ache and I give up

Why go through pain when

It can be solved by the flick of an eyeball

Our eyes meet for a brief second 

And we look away.

Nepal

Rainbow trout and a moonlight night.

An ancient memory of invigorating delight.

I dont remember the trek.

But I remember the hunger and the Maggi.

Red robed monks and pagodas

Monasteries and the bodhisattva. 

Vague memories of an age old family trip.

I was a happy child.

Balcony tree

 A tree of great heights and reach,

selfishly steals the view,

majestic canopy adorned with flowers,
a sampige tree.

An apartment complex in itself,
sampige’s residents; birds, squirrels, monkeys and insects

 go about their daily lives

chirping, eating , putting together homes

The ecosystem of the tree is undisturbed 

by the ruckus of children in the swimming pool below.
As life goes on, the tree keeps growing
laying claim over soil and sky.

However, this grand conquest is done too well

It’s roots infiltrate the impregnable

constructions of brick and mortar,

causing quite a stir

The need to trim and setback arises

All that remains

Is a branchless mutilated trunk.

You can hear the groans,
not just the tree’s 

but of the tiny little creatures who had a home
in the now lost foliage 

However the tree does not cease 

in time regains its former splendour

I wonder what it thinks when it sees men walk up to it
with steely rusted axes and saws again

I sigh
and watch Sisyphus roll his boulder up the hill again.

Black to be

 A colour to breathe, a colour to be

A colour for everybody to see

Shades and tints of different hues

I sifted through my mind

After ponder and thought,

Black to breathe, black to be

Black for everybody to see

I did choose

Black as a shadow to sit back

and watch the world go by

Black as Batman's silhouette

Shrouded in mystery and intrigue

Black as coal

To the power the world on

Black as squid's ink

to deceive and misguide

Black as venom

to poison the mind

Black as a deep void

That gives nothing back

A craving as black as these shades

I did possess

So, black to breathe, black to be

black for everybody to see

I did choose

The worst, day?

 I wake up without enough sleep

my body is fatigued and my head aches.

I ruefully decide that the gym just is not possible.

The missing dopamine makes me a lifeless husk 

until my body is showered with streams of cold water.

With this vitality i can begin to be productive

but I don't,  my indolence is adamant

I just don't.

soon cold water's energizing properties wear of.

I am back to being completely useless so I go back to sleep.

I wake up and begin to do something useless.

My body's screaming at me to go do something, I know I should

I know I should get sleep, I know I should do work, I know I should spend less time on the screen.

unfortunately my omniscience is in second person.

My inertia begins to piss me off,  

even if it isn't productive i want to do something,

I want to scream in frustration, but i live in an apartment

I want to beat up a wall, but my hands will bleed

So I make sure my frustration is bottled up. I cannot sleep because i am too busy being frustrated 

and i wake up with a familiar headache

Windows

 

• Write about what you are seeing outside your window.   -  Prompt

I see this prompt and think, the gall!

What about the ones who do not have windows?

The ones stuck on desks or cubicles!?

Then I realize we too have windows,

infinitely better windows at that,

We can look at anything on them.

Trees, people, birds, animals; whichever ones we want

Has it all, we can also listen to whatever we want

you hear the birds chirping, but also pots clanging

I can also read something,

watch something,

write something,

learn something,

You shout to your neighbhour through your window?

Well with my window I can talk to anyone in the whole wide world who is willing

Even if nobody wants to there are plenty of other things to do.

With my window I can do whatever I want;

 Why I would ever leave.

The Eternal Battle

I am fighting a losing battle.

My opponents are usually a person talking and a blackboard.

This time it is a document

Late to bed early to rise .

Give me some time...  will give... good reason...why.

My brain is in a struggle.

Once my hand is on my chin I know it is over.

Slowly my head sags to a side and I know will not finish the 

We watched Kung Fu Panda in school for fun.

The movie was a bundle of joy and nostalgia

I want  

Alvin's chipmunks

Simba's pride

Tarzan's tribe

Mowgli's pack

and the Furious five at my back

I had all those things until,

Everyone became too busy trying to make it in this world.

All I can do is ruefully smile and race on like Mc Queen.

Landmines

 

Walking into the room to get your phone,

 you make a grave mistake..... you breathe,

You see eye slits dart open and you know,

it's over.

The most dangerous landmine is a sleeping mother.