Saturday, September 28, 2013

Bragging rights

Ant of thoughts

She thinks,
sometimes too much.

A thought-
abstract and gas like
is condensed.

And grows,
only to become a
stray ant -

that emerges
from the depths of her hair
and starts running along
the loose strands -

which I pluck
and throw away.

I wish,
she would not think,
as much as she does,

sometimes even thinking
about how thoughts
must be thought.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

On Constipation

Writing is like bowel movement. Every night after you switch the day's noise off, as a habit, you write.

Yes, schools are about potty training; Literacy they call it.

And there is this. The writer's block. The second childhood.