Odd Moments

Those who belittle solitude in foul languages Surround me like a swarm of bees; it is stifling Accusations crawl over logic so creepily What utter nonsense can achieve? I feel dismayed by the weather that prevails They overlap now and blur the distinct nature How can I just fold my dreams so oddly? I feel the busyness is so languorous, and cliched too There is … Continue reading Odd Moments