Saturday, September 20, 2014


It was just another day
Or, another unfortunate day.
She waited for the bus with a friend.
The bus came,
But dressed like a coffin on wheels.
Six monster faces came out,
And took them away.
Christmas was near.
Seemed nearer in the crowded city.
Those animals on a rampage,
Lashed her cannibal whips.
They violated her body,
And raped her terrified soul.
She scratched and screamed,
Wasn't there someone outside?
Why would people want to bury her alive?
They threw her away,
On naked winter road to die.
Made her past over-sized,
Colored it dark black monochrome.
Present with painful anger
And a future of decomposed hopes.
She opened her eyes in hospital,
Asked a question and then slept forever.
She asked, "What was my fault?"
Doctors heard, her parents heard and everyone else.
Her questioned still answered,
People decorating their homes
And buying cheerful lights and colors.
Still we will celebrate Christmases,
And wait for a blind Santa?

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


The needle is vibrating,
My piezometer is sighing.
Whacky and sophisticated.
Painting like a child, working random.
I'm filtering the tears.
It's unseen,
An uncontrolled unicorn playing a sweet parody.
Not revering to the expected,
Expecting the unexpected.
They saw a hooligan,
Met a geek.
Carving the impasto, the impeccable,
And working closely,
For a one off piece.
What of them, the irresponsive.
I sighed alone,
They laughed in numbers.
Drinking the unfermented,
Wearing the cloudy glasses,
Expected the unexpected.
They saw a sinner,
Met a saint.
Holding the grail,
And playing the gramophone,
My God on vacation ,
The end was near, it was December.
It was a false dawn,
Experiencing the quantum leap,
Digging the roots to infinite.
I reached the same, unfurnished room.
Her escaping shadows and scent,
Erasing me, were all around.
She was used as a bet,
And the Unicorn was caught,
He gave up.
And he said again,
"I deserve more."

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