Lost in my mind

where are you now

Friend where are you? I need you now. I am lost in the maze of my mind, have you forgotten you’re vow. These walls have ears, they steal and multiply my fears.

There are voices here too they shout out my thoughts and ridicule all I do. They have entered my mind  and mislead me, they are mean and unkind.

It is pitch black, I have to feel my way. Unease at my heels each step into the unknown. My reason has deserted me and all my senses have flown.

I need you now I need you to guide me. Please hasten to my side and help me I need you to find the key.Where are you, where are you, why have you gone I am cold and so frightened and I can not go on.

which way to go

Which way to go , I just do not know. All seems lost and I need you so. I did not realize, I did not know that you had tired of me………when did you go.

I need to keep moving I fear I may drown water is rushing over my feet and I feel hands pulling me down. How did I get here how can I leave. I begin to feel your absence and your distance and I start to grieve.

Dragging my feet now panic tingling down my spine please tell me I am all right, please tell me I will be fine. This water is freezing it is reaching my knees  I can not swim, it is so dark Pleas Please!!

no hope left

What is that I see a light, it is far off and not too bright. If only I could move my feet, but I can just move slowly as if through snow and sleet.Unseen hands now hinder me grabbing and pinching and taking hold. I can’t break free.

I am so tired I cannot go on is this an endless night where is the dawn.Suddenly the hands release me, I fall in to the water as they set me free. I head for the light it is still there. I make my way as best I can with all my strength I move as fast. It is as if fear has broken a dam.

Oh! no oh!no this cannot be! I reach the light, the world I see. I am trapped behind the bars looking up to a road of speeding cars. No one to hear me not a living soul.With water lapping past me into a lake I shudder and my final entreaties make.


Blue Sky Thinking

For now I am free

I have written the Haiku below for Fahad Naeem  who recently asked me why I do not write about, strength, joy and happiness. My reply was that life is not made up of Milk and Honey. So I have written this to prove I am not a miserable human being.  I do suggest you all look at his interesting blog.


One, two and three look at me.

Born anew of the blue

Soul on high so happy I cry.



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