Hollow morning,
unsweetened coffee,
words with
a meaningless cord
hanging in an empty room.
Monotonous days where
hope is thinning
leading joy to depart
to create a loner
who lives in a crowd.
Running,
becoming a machine
as a reader of palms
forecasted
doomsday early.
A smile is here
hiding the rage,
not belonging
still imprinted
on every cage.
Life is hard
for a bad actor,
masks if removed,
own reflection
will be frightened.
In broad daylight
a facade is going on,
a genuine picture
if captured
must be dusk hours.
Insomniac at night
to recover fully,
some moments to cherish
after a whole day
walking like dead.
Birds chirping,
their lies
are therapy,
an owl sits in silence
labelled inauspicious.
Music is playing
with all wrong chords
one who is
blessed with ignorance
dancing still.
In oblivion
become omniscient,
to understand is
bringing a slow death
and remembered as 'a retard'.
I wonder what my last thought will be,
Will I be looking at a crystal blue sea,
Will I sit there thinking there’s a hole in my sock,
Or will it be which door I forgot to lock.
Will my life flash before my eye's,
Which will be the last in my life’s demise,
Will I remember just one of you, perhaps as you are standing in the hall,
Or will it be a vision of you all?
Will I feel quite tired and think I better go to bed,
Or will I be alert and think about tomorrow instead,
I don’t really know, but as long as my family are doing well,
And that waiting for me in my new life,
Are all of those that have gone before.
If all is of mind, then what are we doing?
Physical life, is it worth pursuing?
So discouraging, so immature,
How can mere man, ever endure?
The mind can think in such jubilations,
Creative thoughts giving sensations.
We rush to create, with no time to spare,
No patience displayed; we do not dare.
Take our time, uncertain as it seems,
Let thoughts mature manifesting our dreams.
For surely the timing is part of perfection,
A thing in its time finds no rejection.
Live in the moment, this time is just right,
To be who you are, bring others to light.
Each moment is filled with all that we need,
Sometimes we’re a blossom, sometimes a seed.
The joy is in sharing, however we can
A smile, a hug, or a comforting hand
Give unto others, you’ll surely receive
God’s blessings of Love if you only believe.
He pays.
He leaves.
And she bleeds quietly.
Some come for release,
others for control.
Some come to forget.
Some to remember.
Some to be punished.
Some just come because it’s cheap.
It's sin.
It’s not sin.
It’s survival.
It’s escape.
It’s addiction.
It’s barter.
It's bargain.
It's need.
It’s ritual.
Here, bodies are commodities.
Sold by the hour.
Measured by the weight, age and colour of the skin,
freshness of smile,
limpness of resistance.
It is commercialisation of desire
wrapped in lace,
sold in whispers,
shared in commissions,
paid in bribes,
cashed in tips.
She lets strangers
from the corridor of silence
enter in the dark...
Screeching beds,
sweat,
blood and tears - at times
between pain, pleasure and numbness...
He comes. He goes.
But the scent lingers around like emptiness.
The curtain falls, when the last man zips,
And I lay my teacup after that last sip...
Sometimes when the mind starts wandering
So many memories and thoughts keep pondering
Life never stays the same as it keeps on changing
Moments of joy and sadness just keep reclaiming
Sometimes there is chaos all around
You look for silence but never found
No one sees the frenzied turmoil
On the surface all looks so serene
Sometimes your mind blocks everything
No memories no thoughts just practicalities of life
You are broken but not to the visible eye
Grief rewires everything just for you to survive
Sometimes you struggle to break the shackles
Sometimes you just quietly gather your pieces
All it takes is to be true to yourself
And slowly rest will always fall in place.
Reflexes boiled inside
more from Cumbria
they transform us every day
in ramapithecuses ...
even something on top ...
And the word Evolution
falls under the jurisdiction
of the Jungle,
who is not interested
from computers and Software.
Everyone buys indulgences
with money, bed
or the immortality of one's soul.
Why is his Soul,
when the body lives
without delights, Ferrari and Miami Beach ...
Another thing is when
she's only with lipstick,
Johnnie is very Walker,
and the beer is Amstel....
Oh, santa simplicitas!
Part of me wants
To bear wings and flee
Part of me wants to stay
For life is beautiful this way
Part of me is intuitive
And seek the light of heaven
Part of me is logical
And seek factual truth
Part me wants to be happy
And ignores the cries of humanity
Part of me cares about others
And cries for the sufferings of human beings
Part me wants to be part of universe
And think of doing things bigger than myself
Par of me love its abode
And procrastinate major things
Part of me wants to be recognized
Part of me wants to remain unknown
Part of me wants to be pampered and loved
While the other part is rational and loves sanity
In Conflict between being nobody and somebody
I am passing my life or rather it is passing me by
Stuck between mind and heart,
Possible and impossible...
Easy and hard...
I grew up, and I am still living
Unable to figure out...
Purpose of my existence
(~Paghunda Zahid)
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