For hours, in lines we waited
Feet bare
Flies and mosquitoes hung in the air
The afternoon sun could not be kind
As it left no shelter for us to hide
Until we got our sacks of flour and some rice
Enough to fill our bellies and dampen our cries
All articles filed in strangerpaths
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
A Tree’s Memory
She remembered a sky glowing red
Noises in her head
Figures that screamed
Others that whispered
And some that bled
She remembered joyful wonder
Cries of surrender
Stars that wept
Nights when she slept
On a warm earth
Nothing else beneath
No sheets no shields
She remembered before she was this magnificent tree
She was a woman
Wondering what she’ll be
When this earth turns to dust
Whole
Oh where did my pieces go
Those that held me together
Time rubbed them apart
And so did the weather
Where did my body go
Curious I long to know
How a man melts like snow
How this beauty withers
Yet his soul
Manages to stay whole
No matter the struggle
Obstrepeeous
Silent was the crowd
After moments of obstreperous cheering
As they learned that her death
Was not in the script
Was not in the play
But they couldn’t help staring
Fortunes
I craved it
The thing I hated the most
The dry hot air
The lack of clouds
The mosquitoes in my hair
I craved what I once wished to escape
Now living in a land where no palm trees grow
Where no one knows
How to say my name
Alien
Became I
Refusing to cry
Over my fortunes
Darkness
Did you ever think to bring a second candle?
The optimist in you did not think the darkness will last
The wax dripping off of its handle
As it burns much too fast
But I who’s seen darkness, I who was birthed away from light
I hoard all the candles
Fearing that they might
Not be enough
Lost
I think I lost my way
Trying to figure out a new destination
I think I lost my purpose
Following this automatic navigation
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Reincarnation
A tattoo
Of a name I used to know
Of hot summers
And dancing in the snow
A tattoo of what I long to remember
Lines on my hands
That remind me of December
And July
Reasons why
I wrote it once
A life time ago
Secrets I long to know
Home
There’s a corner so small
That fit me perfectly
In my childhood home
Where I loved to be
There’s a smell
Of what?
I can no longer tell
But it comforted me
There are places that I know
I’ll never again see
Circumstances
That I wished have gone differently
There are pieces scattered
Along the Mediterranean sea
Pieces of me
Still stuck in a small corner
Of a childhood home
Where life played out
Perfectly
Birth
Can you feel it
A circle completing itself
Through you
Through the generations
You’re the shooting star
The one that spiralled far
Reaching the infinity
That they always talked about
But never realized
You’re the continuation
Of many generations
You are
A scroll
A story told
A never ending beginning
You’re millions of tales spinning
But you’re only a day old
In this universal hold
We can’t wait for the stories
You’ll be telling
