I have taken a long break

for a breathing space.

I know I may no longer be the same.

I know that I may have changed

maybe not much; just a little bit of

this and that

here and there.

People may be left awestruck

by the tiny changes;

or people may be left dumbstruck

for they hate the changes.

I won’t mind

as to me

the changes are forward steps

and I

revel in progression and improvement.

Impossible is impossible.

It can never be possible

when it is impossible to make it possible.



Nonetheless,

To dream for the impossible is possible.

Though it will never be possible.

It is fruitless and useless,yes;

But brings mirth and amusement.



To hope for the impossible is possible.

Though it is agonizing and distressing;

As ‘hope’ suggests,

Possitivity is expected.

Hence, let’s keep on hoping

for the possibility of the impossible.

One says this

The other says that

Their words are pecking my ears

Their stares are burning my eyes.

From both sides, pressures entering

as if being compressed by two concrete grey walls.



It is understandable

That it is their duties

To protect what they claim to be theirs.



But the state of powerlessness

of a mediator

is like a rash, reddening my skin.



This battlefield.

Have I no say in it?

Have I nothing to preserve?

My feelings and thoughts, perhaps?



It is undeniable

That awareness is absent.

THOUGHT #1

She has changed.

She is fragile

yet firm.

A mother now, she is.



THOUGHT #2

When can I go home?

When can I?

When?



THOUGHT #3

My right brain is activated.

Words played.

Songs invented.

I am affected

and infected

with ART.



THOUGHT #4

Who am I

to judge others?

Who am I

to blame others?

Who am I

to punish others?

Who am I

to shut others out?



I am not better than you are.

We are all equal in nature.

Sigh. Sigh.

It’s tiring

sitting here.

Listening to nonsense.

I just can’t connect

to what lies before my eyes.



Sigh. Sigh.

It’s boring.

I hear whispers.

I hear grumbles.

I hear my own thoughts.



I’m not listening anymore.