From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind,

Thoughts emerge,

Inks stopped smelling; Keyboard sounds,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Work and talk in chorus,

My mind’s a puppet in the fading show.

My monologues with the pond,

Birds and fish playing the silent jazz,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Which severe the songs,

Building alone in pairs, some undrawn land,

Beside the blank’s an unwitnessed sight.

Thoughts are thrashing on the shore,

Inside the skies in spite of the drill,

Pairs are confused in works blemished,

Taking sides to provoke despite,

Broken with time punished by guilt,

Still trotting’s on without a thrill.

Strength and weakness are siblings,

Sometimes lovers of a kind,

With a tune for both;

Spaces near and far,

In all the warbles that twist the mind,

Gorge’s in times hallowing the air.