the exiled mind

 All my money, all my time All my clothes, plates and games Cleaning it out from this one To fill it in that one  All these movers come and go To help me and I pay them so Then and now I look around Making sure I leave none behind They will paint these walls blue And buy everything new Oh this is heavy, really heavy The movers can't help but try To lift my soul and take it down My sweat, my laugh and my pain They can try to find a part  That my soul didn't touch So I let myself out This is just matter and space But mind has no dimension You have to leave a home to create one                              Arathy Vijayan

  Sleep sleep it's too late Just one more trip I promise To the memory lake in my head It's a funny place my brain The rusty yellow boat is waiting Ready to board to the slimy blue lake Nineteen years deep murder lake  It isn't water, thick slime of memory Graveyard of memories if you ask me Came here for fishing some My memories They aren't like pictures or stories It's like dreams Haunting nightmares and short daydreams I think there is a dead man in this lake He might have found my friends here There is plenty of room for everyone In my freezing memory  Memories can be made Memories can be preserved I'm here to rescue some I just needed a little, a puddle Too late I'm drowning anyways   Into my memory, my freezing memory.                    Arya Vijayan