POEM AT TSIRANG, VACATION

THROUGH SPACS OF FORCED EMOTION
In a house that was already built,
I reside as not so new nor old,
Though the house contains eight,
Even adding myself turned five,
Dad and me live with three kids,
Time, urgency and work made the situation,
As time works again, we shall be nine again,
Sharing joy direct and hidden pains implicit.

Day passes by and winter is jobless,
Wake late, sleep late and eat twice,
Chats, movies, thinking and feelings live in between,
The routine goes on monotonous yet irreversibly,
Sidewise madness within me keeps visiting,
Collecting heap of screte or talked blames,
Hurt is vocal, heart, pride, emotions of carelessness,
In trying to cut that frequent vistor, madness.

In silence serene slap of wind and nature,
Let imaginary pencil draw concentric circles in the brain inward,
Unlike physical it is fast and inspiration is drawn short,
I hear wind frying spinach of trees in pan of space,
Sit by fireside has my ear hearing hot air roaring hard and loud,
Tongue tastes liquid sugar of oranges,
Ear and mind hears noises of movies and kids,
Numbness triggerring boredom made me write this.

Oh! Emotions do visit me sharp and cool,
Let the bar of iron coldest touch heart of mine.
So, I add peace in world's brain socket to let them sleep peacefully,
Let tiredness of works subside stretching lips with released adrenalins,
Let them satiate with "he'sharing my feelings",
Let madness in them dissovle or pacify seeing mine,
Let madness of mine die eternal without rebirth,
And let ideas of mine live whilst I don't, eternal.