Sometimes I write. This is a place for such times. Honestly writing doesn't come naturally to me. Nothing does actually. What I am passionate about is doing nothing in particular, thinking nothing in particular.

But sometimes I read. And sometimes I like it too. And I like reading what I write when sometimes I manage to. Perhaps that is why i write.

A plea

Dear Who,

Lift me up from this senseless heap.
Lift me. Abduct me. Like a UFO
The streets are all knotted together
All the roads leads to the dry well
I have been etching circles on the ground
with my dragging feet

I have traded my skin for sandpaper.
Have dived inside the earth.
Have spat out my soul flying in the air.
I could not hide. nor could I flee

Therefore, please erase me
So that it makes some sense.

Korou Khundrakpam 2009