Mind Tavern

Creaking doors in tumble down corridors Give away at the slightest push, Trembling legs make it to rest, As this ruse slowly strips away. The dilapidated bed struggles to support a fall, As the shabby blanket embraces a hollow form, Winds howls in through cracks in the window, And the moon checks in from time to time. Eyes peer through this veil of darkness, Light fades in the distance, Ever falling towards the seedy underbelly, Yet never reaching. The dusty floor covered in heaps of clothing, Cleverly conspires with the scorching heat, To hide those tears, That pour out from irreparable gaps of the heart. Wails from some invisible corner, Rouses from a sleepless slumber, Who is this shrunk, morose figure, That begs to leave. The mouth of a well, Overlooks the cold reservoir, Tugging at the damp rope, Oblivious of no escape. Dull and musty curtains, Waving in sympathy, Mourning at the dire sight, Of a soul trapped within itself. Loud knocks and comfo...

Two sides of the same road, And I stand at the boundary, A side resplendent with joy and celebrations, Another dark with sorrow and suffering. A nippy November night, Calls out for sweaters and mufflers, And around a small fire, A brother grinds his teeth, As he battles between frigid winds and the warmth of his sister, All on two sides of the same road. A mother struggles with a picky eater, Another worries about picking something to eat, Hunger cries out everywhere, Somewhere it’s whet, somewhere it’s suppressed, All on two sides of the same road. A kid complains about school, The other stands at the gate peeking inside, Both are forced from their position, One away and the other towards, All on two sides of the same road. Fancy wines on the shelf, Serve as a good buster of stress, And in the corner of a hut, A drunkard’s wife fears every day, When her husband returns home with stress, All on two sides of the same road. A mind sighs at the repetitive s...

Greetings, As the title says, this post is a welcome to everyone who decides to unwind here at the mind tavern. The Mind Tavern is essentially a place to delve deep into one's mind and soul and read through verses, short excerpts and some chapters from a few works of mine that have sprung from my rather inexperienced life. Writing bares the emotions of the writer onto a blank canvas, like a painter does with his paintings. To quote William Faulkner,"I never know what I think about something until I've read what I've written about it". Hence, as I put down my emotions and pieces of my mind in ink, I would like all the visitors of the Mind Tavern to embark with me, on this beautiful journey. For the thrill of anonymity, I have taken up a pseudonym of ''Senõr Gorda'. It is a humorous whim of mine and I hope the name will be amusing to you all. Enjoy your stay at the Mind Tavern! ~Senõr Gordo