All you who sleep tonight



Giving up

When they ask me how I am

I want to scream,”Am not okay.”

When it’s time to wake up

I want to plead ,” Not today.”

I want to crawl under dark sheets

where no one can see the rot that’s me

I want to open every wound again

so that they bleed until I ‘m free

I want to tell mama I can’t go on

And run away from all I know

I want to tell life that it won this time

And I cannot take it anymore .



Subdued ashen shades of silver

Washed onto a vibrant shore

Grooves telling stories in muted tones

Dampened by the billow’s roar


A keen eyed drifter seduced

Dreams fashioned from the splint

The meagre piece preciously reshaped

Where none before had seen the glint.

that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))

This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .