Funny Mood

Today
I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
without any
remorse

This hour
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
without any
warning

This time
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
without any
reservation

By now
you must wonder
what I have said
Without any
delay
let me tell you
I said
blah blah blah

Social Contemplation

A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman

In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain