caressing me on every trip.
throttle I rode on destiny’s unsinkable ship
Little did I
think a stray gust could change my course.
When it did
happen I was left with no time for remorse.
D is destiny or so I thought,
D in and D
out I fought,
Tom, Dick and Harry I sought,
Now my dreams smell; are they beginning to rot?
wet, am I on a sinking boat?
My head is cooked; its another bad day;
again I hear myself say;
enough, get a life, fly away.
With reality caressing insanity, I am on the brink.
I can’t get
myself to work; my head is failing to think;
By : Jayan Varghese My poems are a
drag because they are borne out of sheer boredom. My need to express
myself is my way of thawing my rusted brain. Publish it or perish.