I bought liberty at the cost of life.
For the freedom to close my heart and eyes
on the glittering brightness of the world,
I said adieu to my remaining days.
Not necessarily though, I have died;
if one could proclaim, to breathe is living
and breaths stacked on laborious breath is life!
Do we only die with our final breath?
The desire to live is a common thing,
found in all life, static or on the run
and the desire to grow and replicate
but if that is so than from the moment
of my birth I have been barely alive,
for the ever gnawing emptiness, lodged inside!
Is it sleep beckoning me?
Am I losing consciousness?
Is that a guitar wailing
in the minor scale of D?
In my sleep I’m never free
from the haunting of her face,
perhaps losing it will give me some respite!
Perhaps darkness is my destiny,
for whenever I have found myself a light,
no matter how faint the glimmer is
or how far, the world would always overwhelm
the sparks of a dizzy flame
flying from my fancy thoughts and wild dreams!
Though the night is vexed too, now I know –
thou shalt talk no more to me!
Tough luck I have in this life,
O Fair Daughter of the world, perhaps
the next one will be a little less cumbersome…
Until then, O teary eyes,
break my heart but I must hold my tongue!
Image: The Temptation of St. Anthony by Salvador Dali
“O God! God! Why have you forsaken me?” –
said the Joker, looking up at the midday sky.
“O God! God!” – He muttered through His parched lips,
as blood instead of tears kept flowing from His eyes!
On a snail’s back the evening arrived,
the wailing moon seemed to be in a lot of pain
which dabbed a soft shade of blue on her lights.
Full aglow, yet a silent gloom hung on her face!
He was gone from the pole and from His grave
by the time the third sun had feasted on the sad moon,
toiling for peace through the wild seas of shame,
for salvation that came not a moment too soon!
One score of centuries past, there she is,
as always, sad, soft and bright with a silver glow
beaming on a planet full of thieves.
Out of the blue the howling wind begins to blow!
The moonlight, strewn by the wind, soaks me to my core.
How pitiful that the world goes about, caring no more!
Justice is a holy grail seldom found,
where the accused one is guilty as charged
until proven otherwise beyond all shreds of doubt!
Power, though, is secured from such vile threats,
as it can seldom be held accountable
for any of its’ words, actions or policies!
Affluence is the sole means to positions
where talent is as deep as pockets go,
unaffected by the mass or volume of the mind!
Rooking, though, is held to be as brilliant,
almost as one’s inherited properties,
starting lower but rising faster than the rich!
This is not history through a magnifying lens
but the very state of my world in present tense!
The thunders rumbled deep like a dragon’s call,
the sounds spread to four corners of the world,
are there corners in a ball, had you said,
that my dear is God’s dark humor at play!