Saturday, September 17, 2011

A world beyond joy

burning charcoal murders darkness
dim light embraces the little space
under the sky, in this cold night
poverty spreads the wings wider
with pale looks of frustration
the eyes stares unto obvious oblivion,
naked bodies in starvation lay
in this heartless and blind world
little fire with pots above
rice becoming porridge.

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Sunday, September 11, 2011


the sun rises in the east
and dies in the west,
as usual it was on nineleventwothousandone
another day came without mask of terror.
brutish minds coordinated the blow
in the name of god and religion
mortars and metals crumbled unto dust
and souls snatched from mortal sleep.
fragmented emotions in painful anticipation
relatives, friends and entire human family awakened
abruptly from their routine chores
together all prayed for one or two lives to be spared,
if possible all.
tragedy struck with deadly blast
flying metals rocked the air
within minutes twin towers crushed
sending dust filling the space around.

humankind has left a void in humanity

brutish minds rejoiced for this carnage
roses plucked with vengeance
and petals strewn beneath the rubble.
grief stricken many families were equally dead
still walking the surface of this earth with little hope
fear unfurled itself unto each and everyone effected
silently silenced many living ones.

though the dead had touched the eternal shore

the eyes of terror is still watching
in the name of god and religion
the terror ride is still on
none is at peace
and each step taken seems like a suicide.
the living hopes to leave intact and in peace.

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Friday, September 02, 2011

Three wives, but one is forever

i looked back
i told her
please leave me alone.

i looked in front

i told her
please don't entice me.

i looked within me

i told her
be with me
share my bed of life
switch of the lights
of past and future,

pull the blanket

let me have you NOW.

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Amour propre

the beauty of this life
is but a reflection of light,
this body and brain stays for a while
fools carp that the change is real.

robe not in pride

for in darkness truth unveils itself,
we are invisible to our own eyes
with the poor, lame, donkeys and cows
sharing the same.

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