I am such a crab.
#confession

Who are we?

Inebriated souls
Waiting for the other
To make a move.

How do you survive in the midst of people who genuinely don't follow the fine aspects of any form of art that's close to you and ask if you're drunk when you talk or write about it?
(In short, those who lack quality ilakiya, oviya and isai rasanai.)
Well, you put up with it, I suppose.

And I see but
Shadows of people
That I don't seem to understand
Anymore.
And all I want to say is:
Get back to your old, old self.
(Well, it holds good for me too!)

Lesson of the day

If irritated with unwarranted comments, sugar coats, and with ones that are myopic, or critics because they want to be:

Let the steam off.
Count backwards from whichever one you want.
Tell yourself that nothing or no one is worth it for however many times you want.
Try not to swear whenever possible. Sometimes though, this might help:

"Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh
Die. Just please die.
Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh.
Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh.

Did you feel me mentally kicking you out of my life? Boy, can you be irritating!"

Moonshine

Nothing else inspires as much
at 0330 in the AM:
When nightfall wears out
And a gleam of hope reigns.

I could wake up
Every passing day at this hour
And not feel any less inspired.

What am I?

Complacent.
In a bad way before,
Good way now.

Everyday rhythm:
Moments within moments,
Tied to an eternal
Leap of faith.

Whither drifts the raft,
Thither goes the soils of life
And the soul of eyes,
Wispy and tardy.

Not for too long, friend.

#JustInTime #dedication

What would you do?

"For the other half of the sky?"