I saw a lone walker once
Left hanging like a high five
Bottom of some steps
Leading to a hospital
I joked with someone near
“Seen any flaming chariots swoop by?”
They didn’t get it
Or maybe they did
......
A pallid
sheet of paper
teases me
with its randy glare,
......
Our city is a cell
Children's faces
Are replacing
Flower pots on
Window sills.
And we are waiting.
From our bars
Of boredom
We enter
......
Keep preaching your peace,
While people are fighting war,
One thing you don’t understand.
You want holy kiss,
Your mouth full of neither nor,
This too you don’t understand.
Your belly don’t miss,
You want us to suffer more,
......
On one count in our world where remedies are wanted
Yet vessels are found with no still soul
So much Pain is communicated in silence within the nation
but only among the likes that can understand its notion
The birds are crying for their safety yet standing on a dying tree
The fetus is kicking in the womb of a mother seeking a hideout at gunpoint
The children are struggling to sleep while their parents stand and watch
The authorities are calling for votes from a hungry nation with no peaceful homes
......
A strange silhouette looms over a budding seed,
Its caressing hand pressing downward
Is a confusion of acid smoke.
The small stem writhes within the soil as
Ethereal mist gathers above.
Yet within a lapse of inattention, the stem propels through.
A unique flower is born in the garden of aborted blooms.
Twisted creature, her stem is rotten.
......
You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
......
Pain, my constant companion
You cling to me like a shadow
A weight that never lifts
An unwelcome guest in my soul
You pierce me with your sharp claws
And gnaw at me with your teeth
You consume me with your fire
And drown me in your seas
......
Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.
......
I saw a lone walker once
Left hanging like a high five
Bottom of some steps
Leading to a hospital
I joked with someone near
“Seen any flaming chariots swoop by?”
They didn’t get it
Or maybe they did
......