31 May 2023

Compulsive Habit

When the moon
Comes up.
I gotta to put him
Down in my words.

When leaves rustle, 
Sparrows chirp. 
I gotta host them
In my pages. 

From amidst the
Casuarina trees,
When the wind blows,
I want it to bask in 
The warm comfort 
Of my reveries.

This noose around
My neck-
A compulsion to
Blurt it all out.. 

Tonight, the lizard 
On my wall, crawls, 
Holding a gun to 
My temple.. 

As, about it,
I'm unable to write,
Even a single 
Sentence.