Author: Madhu

I’m stuck.But I don’t look it, do I?I make naughty jokes, and laugh out loud.I walk and sing and exercise.I take hundreds of pictures of my child.But I’m not quite so carefree inside..I’m stuck.It’s like I’m standing in a bog.I don’t sink. I just can’t walk out.My feet aren’t in restraints,but this massive load weighs…

A little masked boy walks past an empty playground, with a soundless sigh.

They say anything can inspire poetry.  So I tried to get inspired.  . I looked for meaning in psychedelic art that made my eyes and thoughts sting.  Strained to find the melody in a sound  that my ears insisted was a noisy screech.  I examined the world through the eyes of an alien, to end…