The Ostrich

The bars of the window part me from the world outside.
The ugly world at my doorstep.
While the mighty succumb to power,
The poor succumb to hunger.
I am the Ostrich that buries its head in the sand,
hiding in my cozy cocoon.
I see it and yet pretend not to see
I ignore the world that peeps into my window.
To me, the window is a looking glass
and the world, my image of my beautiful self.

My Mind - My Battle

An ode to Schizophrenia

A zillion demons within,
Staging their plays within.
A faint line parts reality....
A line erased in my mental frailty.

The world outside calls me insane,
But I just have a question so inane
These men who mock me for my bane,
Are they sane?

All I am...
Just a tear drop from your eyes,
Just a thought on some idle morns
Just a scream in the silence of your mind
Just a memory in your life.

Dreams
The pearls of our dreams strung together,
Our aspirations deep under the shells.
The threads of our dreams woven together
With the yarn of our memories.


Like a feather floating in the wind
Knowing not its way down
The dazed feelings our dreams leave us in
The maze of knowing our dreams and yet not knowing them

The soft feeling of cotton candy in the mouth
Melting to leave a sweet, sticky feeling.
Waking up to a lazy morning,
half asleep with the after-taste of a pleasant dream.