Stressed....... Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Like a vice grip,
The thoughts tortured
Without any leaveway,
Groping into the dark corners
of the mind only showing off
Images of what cannot be,
Impossibles happening
Repalcing the mundane
Ordinary pleasures,
Tighteneing the feelings,
With no smiles to appear,
Life seeming to be bleak
Black as moonless night,
Even without starlit terrain,
Choking the breath
With inordinate delayed
Emotions sticking out
To throttle the grandoise
Of life otherwise a pleasent
Moments that used to tick by
In orderly timely nothingness
Life became a stress
Of inexplicable escapade,
Where there is really
No escape but for jumping
From thoughts of tension to tension.

Ravikiran Arakkal