A knock

A knock on the walls
Of my brain
A rainbow shows up in the sky
There is a knock
On the walls, the internal walls
Of my skull
A scull in the horizon
A woman rows the scull
In her maiden dress
Unblemished by the muddy waters
By the grey matters
By the thoughts
Unblemished maiden emerges
Into the walls, caged
To be violated
Her innocence like a rainbow
In a child’s hand
A knock, painful
A knock, how short a childhood was.

May 26, 2017

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Midst of Chaos

In the midst of chaos
And pain
There is hope
Two lovers find each other
A mother hugs her daughter
In the midst of chaos
And pain
There is love
Unchallenged in life or death
A father, a mother, a friend, a stranger
A total stranger protecting the young ones
Because
In the midst of chaos
And pain
There is life to celebrate
Our humanity and kindness
In the mist of chaos
There is a clarity
Of living.

May 25, 2017

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The little one

She sneezes
The little one
She holds my finger
In her tiny ones
She holds to life
A newly born
She sneezes
A gentle declaration
Of life
She holds my finger
In her little ones
And
I cry
A declaration of love.

May 25, 2017

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Conversation with God

So we have souls after all and guess what there is a life after death. Once the body dies the soul goes through a tunnel, dark and moist. At the end there comes a light, very much like the cliché except it is a crowded long thin room. You have no choice but to queue!

So I queued!

What else can I do? What else I am supposed to do? I am dead, doing time is over and Thank God for that! I am tired and worn out. Except for this, I wouldn’t have a complaint. I wasn’t prepared for this long thin room.

Name?

What?

Name? What is your name? Asked the big man with wings. And I was scared.

I decided to plead not guilty, sighting ignorance and ask for a repeat with better guidance.

You are not on my list. Do you have an invitation?

What?

I am not sure if I have spoken at all or is it all going in my head.

Oh no! The big guy said. Another one with no invitation nor brain.

Give him the list. Came a huge voice from the void that made the big guy small.

Ok here is the list. You can’t get in unless you have an invitation. Here are the authorised vendors who can issue one for you. You only get one chance. Unless you like to stay in this room?!

To be continued
May 12, 2017

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Passion in the Time of Numbness

What are you passionate about?

The question startled me. We were half an hour in our journey. The train carriage was empty. We exchanged curtsey nodes and hellos . She was reading Love in the Time of Cholera, which I thought odd for a girl in her age and with her looks. I was reading Kafka’s biography and hating it!

She was pretty enough for me to wanting to chat her up, but I wasn’t prepared for her question.

To be continued
May 17, 2017

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In despair!

What can be said or done
When ruthless idiots
And selfishly immoralists
Rule!

May 9, 2017

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Three moons

Why can I see three moons
But not your face?

I struggle to breathe while
Your shadows pass me by.

I write our story in three words series.

The cave manger says they are too short
To chisel on the cave walls.

I remain unpublished.

Why can I see stars dancing
But not your body?

The witch doctor says I am dying!
Who isn’t?

I remain unrepentant.

Why can I see three moons
But not your face.

May 9, 2017

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