AN EXCURSION AWAY FROM ANGER

  It’s peculiar how, as I grow in time, It is becoming easier, to smile at chaos, To smile at negative clanging, Bent, on bashing my conscience into submission.   My spirit seems to have learnt, The clever art, of deflecting these waves, Diminishing the depth of their stings, while, Refusing, to melt into a helpless mess Against their intellectual soldering-irons.   Is my heart … Continue reading AN EXCURSION AWAY FROM ANGER