Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Written on 19th B'day

19 years ago
.
in my ma's womb i lay
the darkness suffocating me
its walls seem to say
you are a prisoner
.
i kicked and i pushed
and struggled in vain
with her each moan of pain
i smiled
.
i came out at last
covered with bloody waste
.
but
.
only the cage is bigger
am still a prisoner
.
and
.
the first breath
of life
was a cry
of anguish
.
echo-ing still
all over
.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

poverty & richness

poverty
when the layers and layers
i wrap myself around with
rob the richness buried inside
from sharing, expressing
touching the world
outside
.
richness
when the desolate
barren poverty outside
cant seep inside
but
change to something beautiful
touched by that
faint little glow
deep inside
.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

your words--2

your words
incessant rain drops
making wet translucent patches
on the veil
.
glimpses of
beautiful shadows
of hidden silence
waiting for the waltz
.
rain drops turn midnight mist
as music plays
still wraping the silence
buried deep within
.

Friday, April 4, 2008

mushroom at a cemetery



childhood

safely buried

6 feet under

drugs, abuse and sex

.

some little softness

burnt to ashes

on which dogs roll

around funeral pyres

.

naked innocence

freshly bathed

left for vultures

on the mute towers

of indefference

.

as

.

sparkling eyes

hold back

hungry hands

reaching for

the spat chewing gum

.

only

the red flowers

in the hand

wither in shame

.