A paradox I am, I belong nowhere, yet everywhere recognizes me
She asks for her veil, if only to be able to mourn freely ….
a touch of crimson~buttery cinnamon bun
hot frothed creamy~mug of latte coffee
snacking on a sunday~while time melts away
Before I met you I held my head high in dignity
Now I crawl towards you, humiliated by your pity
Were you compelled to love me?
Is that why you deliberately hurt me?
As the incense stick burns in your memory
I am still alive and finally free
it was the wrong place, wrong time~
see how the stars align~
the fakir has spoken~
the laws cannot be broken~
offer now your gold token
I may look like a leaf floating on the stream, but look closer I have direction
The waters keep me company and guide me
By the innocence of my smile, I will get there
Notice the thunder of the waterfall while I pass beneath your gaze
Walk through my rainbow, and wish me well
Ever elusive, I will remain yours eternally
~When stillness caused a stir through the audible silence of anguish~
As the leaf turns green with envy~
admiring the frosted beauty of the bloom~
the white rose smiles sadly~
knows she will be plucked soon
will you annihilate the salt from my tears~so that i shed only sweet drops in your name?
the force of wind~
overpowers the law of gravity~
and so the kite glides~
to the little boy’s delight
I live with~a multitude of people~variety of languages~concoction of cultures~jumbled geography~the same earth~as you
the burden of the taker
heavy bags of soul
he releases them in the air
some reborn
others are liberated
When I speak to Him~they call it prayer~preach dos and don’ts~they tell me to walk the right path~why does it feel like neverwhere?
So the man who smiled
when everyone else lost their heads
was a man who didn’t understand the situation
… or …
perhaps he did
***
It has been one year since I started writing actively and regularly…
…in gratitude…
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