imagine…

blindness;

consented to a degree without conscious.

let go the stains on the moon.

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can’t you see..!

are you blind?

with a dead heart..!

frozen at a forest of sunshine,

dancing away sorrows; never.

now, move it, clutch to his lips..

wrap his neck..

once again you fail;

to entice;

to sacrifice;

to love.

he is lost without a trace;

went deep down;

in to a crude world,

totally, blacked out in misery,

just can’t see destiny.

never mind it; all is perfect,

satisfied? damn it.

 

in a nest shell..

dear , it is ‘ in a nut shell’.

sorry but your English is weak,

did they teach you English at school?.

nope..

but why is that?

maybe they think it is a luxury..

but they teach you French, right.

yep.

never mind, it is not a luxury,

is it the masters’ language? not sure..

some schools followed, so did coffee shops.

forget about the delivery guy,

it was his granny who lived in the nest shell.

what on earth the grey-haired will think!

sheriff might tell.

ill-sarcastic

just when the curtains of life starts rolling down

you recognize it

a scream, please days: mind my wig

go slow

take your oath; do not run that canary

a broken wing; hungry laid across the road

drove all night, never reached

a hazy destination

heart full of laughter

and a bit of tears

take me home, no not now

I wonna enjoy the funeral

Gosh, you look fabulous in pink

always hated your black oval hat

am i still me, still dubious, still fractured

never mind my cracked kidney

it will disappear soon

just keep it up; disconnected

then go to sleep; hug a billow.

wake up Blondie; feed me the bread

devils desire to tango. love at sunrise.

sing.

 

 

 

in a tent..

This is a true story with some adjustments…

Four kids for an extremely rich father with a glaring lavish life decided to throw their neighbor who lived all his life in tent beside their father’s villa. The father used to visit the neighbor every week before he recently pass away.The man in the tent used to get his living expenses from the father who allocated a portion of his harvest to the neighbors. The kids decided to stop this and sell the harvests without giving anything to the poor; then the man in the tent was thrown away.

The kids were never worried; they took a decision. The mother was always in disagreement with the husbands’ attitude; she supported the decision. In a winter stormy night, heavy rains, scary thunder, intense lightning; a man was shouting: Fire..Fire…the kids’ farm was completely destroyed. Blaming each other, at sunrise- they rushed to the fields. Gosh, all turned into ruins. This is because of what we did to our neighbors, the youngest shouts. They spend years praying, but useless.

Life goes around; they end up in a tent.