A Conversation with the Voices in my Head

for those who know me
(well enough i.e.)
know that
i speak a language


a language?

"but you speak more than one"
you may say
and every doubt in your mind
will carry on
until you hear me say
"HEY!"


i do speak another one


"well, we know you speak
all the usual stuff
english, for one...
or malayalam
or for that matteryour go to language
when you're sad or mad or even sick...
french, the one the rest of us rarely pick"


yet, i maintain
i speak A language


but how do i explain?
this language of mine
it is for me to know
for me to hear
to keep my conscience clear

my mind knows
the word on a post-it
stuck across my forehead
would be
'Crazy'
and the look in your eyes
wouldn't be so hazy

 they would be blinded
by a sea
of green confusion

 i utter this language
of sounds and syllables
tossed together
the clusters never repeated
the same way twice
and tone that goes with it
cold as ice


call it schizophrenic
or even neurotic
if you must
talking to the voices in my head

yet, without this indecipherable banter
the semblance of my sanity
would be dead.

Perfection is round
Or so I have found.
It's an endless circle
That does not stop
To make a sound.

It does move left
Nor does it shift right.
It does not leave room
To play by ear
Nor by sight.

Questions
However,
Are linear
And proud
It does not let one
Remain still
And stagnate.

A Sweet Perfume

A gust of wind
Rattled the windows
And its panes

It was overwhelmed
With the scent of fear

Her senses awakened

Every sound echoed
A million and one times over
Every motion
Became restrained
Every thought
Caused chaos and doubt


And it continued
For what seemed 
Like an aeon and a half


The scintillating lightning
Flashed through 
Her walls of broken perception

Delving deep
And calling out
From her mind's abyss
A sweet perfume


Calming and intoxicating
Radiating kindness and courage
Bringing forth a thorn 
That becomes a blade
Cutting away at the rot 
Replenishing the void
That engulfed her essence.

Strength to Strength

My feet touch the crumbling ground
My knees tremble like never before
My stomach churns over and over
My heart slows down to match the ticking clock
My hands shake like a feeble branch in the eye of the storm
My head hangs low leaving my mouth parched and dry
Yet my ears hear a soothing song
And my eyes sparkle like a million stars
My tears renew my spirit
And my feet pave a new path moving from strength to strength.