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Laptop in front

Bright full moon smiling above
Breeze caressingly flowing across
Favourites on FM floating around
Road unusually silent beyond…
Targets ahead
Laptop in front
Restless mind within

Chasing the Dots...

The hand strives to print

A dot.

With the hope it would be a

Period or an end of one.

But used to verbose writing

The scroll

Makes the dot dance

A small tear and it becomes just a pause,

Or shows unexpected excitement, not really a stop!

Sometimes it questions the pen, doesn’t it?

The pen still persists

The scroll accepts, but wily as it is,

Continues to fakes the stop to a continuum…

The mindscape filled with these dots

The pen tries to connect them

Chasing the dots

Lines criss-cross

In search of the stop

To rest.

Many Paths

Too many roads forever they meet

In each are the prints of my wandering feet

And into many the same roads diverge

With each, the routes on my map merge


Wish it were possible

To travel the roads

All at the same time