Unhinged

Three short poems on being borderline unhinged:

I.

What we cannot write

Begins to write us instead,

And seldom does

A good job of it-

We sound even crazier

On paper!

II.

I respond to every rhetorical question,

And do not understand any metaphors,

I ignore the signs from the universe,

And getting jinxed is my favourite obsession.

III.

There are no secrets

Between us,

There is nothing

To hide anyway;

We are

An open book

With pages falling out.

Β©Aaysid

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk…”

Stephen King

Image by Barbara A Lane from Pixabay

13 thoughts on “Unhinged

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    1. I can understand where this feeling comes from. With the passage of time, our stories become the thing of a past and our book torn and tattered, but quite full of scribbles, notes and fun doodles. 😁 It is great that books don’t have expiration dates though, where would we be otherwise? I always look forward to your insightful comments, Terveen. Thank you so much. 😊

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