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You are not that person.The oneWho makes heads turn,The oneWho is heardAbove the noise,The oneWho others look to,For comfortAnd advice. You are not that person.You just happenedTo be,And you decidedSomewhere alongYour journeyThat it was fineTo simply be –Until,They took awayEven … Continue reading →

Strong.It was the heavy lockThat secured your homeWhen you were four. Some years laterYou found it inThe steel cabinetWhere you storedYour clothesBut more soImportant things. It was alsoHow your fatherManaged to carryIn both handsHeavy suitcasesAmidst milling crowdsOn a busy railway … Continue reading →

This expanseStretches forth,SeeminglyUnto infinity;At once intimidating,As it is welcoming,To the embattled soulThat stands at the shore,Watching the waves,Beating against it,Relentlessly. Almost akin,To the pangsOf unceasing pain,That rise in the depthsOf her belly.

Somewhere in the pastA distant oneShe chose to donA veil of darknessHoping to hideBehind its opaquenessAll her secretsVile, shameful, and dark. She held it tightAround herAs she walked,And even as she layOn her bedOn the darkest night,Until her secretsWere lost,Not … Continue reading →

Pain – an elixirCapable of numbing hurt ;So you throw the salve

When a windStarts to blow,It sets in motionThe little things –Dry leaves,Plastic bags,Paper,And clothesLet loose,From their precarious perchOn a flimsy drying stand,And of course, dust and sandLots of that. The windDoes not askTo be followed.It simply,Sets things in motion –It … Continue reading →

The road is endless,Dry and arid,Not a touch of moisture,Nor anything pleasant,Such as shrubberyBy the sides,Or the shadow castBy a lonesome tree. The going is tough –The heat from the asphaltSeeps into the solesOf the travel weary feet,Soaking the socksAs … Continue reading →

The paint can tippedSpilling paintOn the rock,A fairly large blotOf bright red,A remarkable spotAgainst a dark canvas,Comfortable in its inlay. Rain, hail and wind,Sandstorms too,Have lashed on the rock,Since the fateful tipping,Of the unsteady can,But the bright red,Has held on,As … Continue reading →

A solitary street lampHas not shone,For days on end;Just like the unlit windowsOf the house behind.The neighbourhoodHas carried on,Not noticingThe darkness,That takes overThe comma in the making,Come twilight precedingEach summer evening.Unless it smells,Or maggots appear,On the doorstepAnd window sills,Life will … Continue reading →

I am sat on a benchOn the lonely platformPerhaps awaiting a trainPerhaps notOr maybe it isQuite simplyThat I am either too earlyOr too lateFor there is no one elseTo be seenIn the vicinityThere is silenceA lack of announcementsThe electronic displayIs … Continue reading →