Life in Boxes

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8th July 2019

Life in boxes

one house to another

Life in boxes

One home to another

Some stuff were broken

Some things were abandoned

Somethings we acquired new

But I was me and you were you

Life in boxes

One house to another

Life in boxes

One home to another

Where are my books?

Where is that yellow pan?

My diary, my pen – there they are

But something’s missing, where you are?

This one thing is not here

This one thing is not found

This one thing, I need, I must,

This one thing got lost in the round

Life in boxes

one house to another

Life in boxes

One home to another

Where is that boo to my bibiddi bobidi?

Where is that thing that turns my key?

Where is that?

Where is that?

It’s in a box

Wrapped in bubble

Travelling the abyss of time

Time travellers. Ahoy!

Clinical

13th Aug '10

Going going gone

Whatever remains, lie to it

And push that also away.

In the end it’s just me and me

Me with me.

Just me.

An air bubble floats still.

God know how it survived.

Will someone burst the bubble?

It makes me look back.

Faint thin black lines the nail beneath.

It’s dirt beneath my wings.

How can I fly?

In 2 3 4, out 2 3 4,

Breathe

Breathe

The end is not here still.