Walled-out

You speak in a twisted tongue, Reeking of lost patience and effortlessly ‘won’ arguments Your words form themselves, Plump and juicy, ripening with the comfort of knowing you are not outnumbered        overlooked           unheard I watch, ever the outsider, straining my foolish little eyes to trace the curvature of your practiced tongue, so accustomed it, to…

i Contact

On most mornings, while walking to campus, I come across a million smartphones carrying a million people. Bent heads and screensavers, a connectedly disconnected universe. A place where you would rather put on earphones than talk to the stranger nearby or fiddle with your phone gallery than create new memories. So, in this world of…