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Archive for April, 2012

What would you do?

In the solitude of the night,
thoughts of a miracle comes to my mind – you coming to me.
But then what would you do?

What would you do?
Would you take me in your arms?
Hug me so tight to squeeze out all the pain I feel.

What would you do?
Would you place my head in your lap?
Ruffle my hair so I can close my eyes and fall in a peaceful slumber.

What would you do?
Would you cup my face in the palm of your hands?
Your soft caress soak up all the tears I shed.

What would you do?
Would you bring your lips close to my ears?
Whisper a soft, sweet, “It’s gonna be Ok. I am here.”

Day breaks. I am still with my solitude.
You did not come to me.
The miracle and the answers will come another day.


Eyes Behind The Burka

As I walked back home,
lost in thoughts of my own.
Ahead a figure walked towards me,
dressed in a burka, black.
Black like the eyes that looked at me.

Black eyes looking into my eyes brown.
Looking, reaching somewhere deep within.
Eyes that had a secret longing.
Eyes that had an unbearable yearning.

Eyes that held tears of an unknown plight.
Eyes that held dreams of a better life.
Eyes that knew dreams weren’t meant to be.
Eyes behind the burka that looked at me.

What was it like living behind a veil all your life?
Like the moon behind dark clouds every single night.
Trapped in a cell with only darkness and thee.
Eyes behind the burka that looked at me.

The look in the eyes will forever haunt me.
The simple questions always perplex me.
And next time, I’ll look down,
afraid forever to look into the eyes.
Eyes behind the burka that looked at me.

The kid with brown hair

He had brown hair.
Hair that was once black.
But now burnt,
begging all day in the harsh sunlight.

He was very tiny. Young and lean.
But his eyes looked old in spite of him.
He was waiting, his eyes gleaming.
A film crew had just finished feasting.

He looked hungry. His stomach and spine one.
He was pathetic; he might as well have died.
He had watched the stars dine;
Hoping for a morsel with their each bite.

He stared at their dirty dishes
with the food they had wasted.
There was more food than
he had ever had in a week

He looked at the cook, hope in his eyes.
The cook glanced at him with little mercy.
A cleaner had started picking up the dishes,
emptying all the food in a waste bin.

The boy now turned his attention
to the cleaner with the bin.
He tagged behind him,
hoping to find the treasures that lay within.

The man picked up the bucket
and walked to the end of the street.
Four German shepherds stood there,waiting,
alert, hungry and on a leash.

The boy stayed behind,
wary of the furry beasts.
The man looked at the kid,
emptied the bin and fed the beasts.