In growing up...

i think i have beaten growing up.

i've traversed the silhouette of age,
that amoebaic figurine,
to come right back
to where I started.

In growing up,
today,
i just heaved a sigh of relief;

i'm more the child i was
than the adult i dread having become! :)

Halved...

A lifetime short of a half
is a half
in thought of the other.

How can I clench my fist hard enough
to alter thought-wise
the half that I want
and the half that I cant...

Of disappearance!

sequins on the palm
fly from the blow of breath
and scream their presence all over the air.

sequins on the floor
leave memories of shimmering gleams -
not only of what was
there
somewhere
here and there -

they represent ghosts
of what couldnt be
there
anywhere!

Whirlpools

...of my imagination,
sometimes start off with ridiculous conversations
when
i sit and yap away about things that are all around.

And then,
suddenly,
these existentials,
rise up from where they are
and whip themselves
in rhythmic concentric circles
with a zoom-zoom noise
and a silent hum.

Whirlpools of my imagination
touch me and absolute nothingness
and
connect the dots in between...