Our Sufferings

What draws us to suffering I can not say, can it be that our miseries stand staunch by our sides while happiness is always in the cruelest form?   For our joys are a mere mirage, shiny hallucinations from the distant, sparkling optical illusions when the rays of sun descends.   And when we look …

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Wounded

I don’t carry with me golden strings of pompous words, nor an embroidery of the  embellished locutions for  what I carry in me is a bleeding heart from where words gush out a greenish pus from decomposing wounds forever in loop for they never heal, as my brain keep playing the same slapstick movie again and …

The Man

Conceived in the womb of rustic Earth, in cradles of cemented cobbled streets. Sculpted body arched cuts carved out pangs of hunger,  an old man who was never there, hollow eyes searching in rubble and dust to foresee a clueless future, bulging muscles fed on charades of abuses, molded of violated sexuality on menacing highways …

Prophecy

Cups of sooty coffee criss-cross darkening  stains on Chinese porcelain,  echoing a prophecy  of a Turkish soothsayer,  a destiny embossed on  those parched cracks  between the folds of  the mandarin  cup, a topaz vision, may be a hallucination  or myriad psychedelics at work a Bedouin  on a caravan gilding on golden  dunes,  a nomadic predicament  a home neither …

Souls Die Young

A ruby heart which snapped and fell apart in  two as it couldn’t hold the jolts of  young lovers gone sour. Those translucent  blue veins where once ran the streams of ancient Nile and Ganges freely like the fountains of voluptuous youth, Those courses now run parched and wasted.  On whose rocky banks civilizations of prosperity  thrived like transient …

A Masquerade

Disguised behind a plastic  carnival masque, life  can’t be more than a  masquerade, a mere facade of jarring humour labeled a tragedy for few intellectuals who shed  crude tears on the transient,  Slapstic miracles  for those   godly beings, may be a loaf of bread for the beggar on the cobbled pavement a dying sigh proclaims a lover,  Life …

Life

Blunt  swords of red-eyed karma  spare no one, A beginning has an end    Fate a meandering  serpent cunningly arrives hissing licking with its parched tongue venoms of misdeeds long done and  forgotten !    By the way What is in life to lament about?   A Sysiphian myth  a vision carrying  heavy rock up a tall slope to  see it rolling  …

Enlightenment

A particle of dust  gliding on wings of  air relishing momentary  life embedded   in a single beam of  a sun-ray, bathed in  warmth only to die the next moment, soaking up all the  light in that transient  moment, enlightened  knowing life is all in  one moment!   

Endurance

Every dawn I travel back -forth from hell blazing flames of pain resting in the darkest gorges of  sufferings torments me as naked infernos burn my parched skins   Revealing to me  translucent blisters hiding beneath my skins but as the coolness of  dusk swaddles me in its scarlet twilights   I swallow my miseries like  a bitter pill …

Pilgrimage To The Groccery Store

For Ms. Andrea A voyage to a grocery store is a holy kind Pilgrimage to store after 6 is must Painstakingly adorned hair with kanzashi  Delicately crimson-painted lips Sets out ethereally on route number five Enthroned high on the corner seat Majestic, every inch a royal Like sultry Cleopatra on the golden voyage Flanked on …