A lone journey to neverland

It's just a long journey of being without anyone, but none other only with myself.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

I forget your pleading face

Why was my heart so heavy,
seeing your crumpled body still in the wettest and coldest night
waiting for the light-hearted to grant you
with little of what they earn for the month?

And why then the red light changes so quickly,
leaving me warm and comfortable in my cab
forgetting that a face like you
ever pleads to me in the somber night?

*Sometimes I know that my heart can be as hard as steel*

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Death is near - here and there

Dim voices from the far away mosque,
sending no words of consolation.
Instead they grip the listener,
with the very words they wish not to hear
that death is near.

And death is here, near
when dawn has barely caught
the mosque’s morning greetings
And death is there, far away
even where no voices from the mosque
can reach it

*on the deaths of my uncle (a sudden one) and Ariadne’s Sawyer’s mother. Even when dawn seems to be prepared to greet the calmness of the beginning of the day, death could be so anticipated, where dusk seems to blanket you with the peaceful surrender of human to the embrace of the Almighty*