Writer’s Block #Q163

Words write to me like long-lost friends,
ask me how I am, about my well-being.
Language – to my thought its voice lends.
I soon realize there’s no glory in fleeing.


Thought #Q144

From Chennai to Chicago in a fraction of a second;
equally quickly from barbaric to refined;
from the distant dreamworld to the class you attend
thought travels easily. It’s all in the mind.