Streets

The graveyard of wasted lives
On the gains of a day.

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Through the adverse winds
and confused seas,
I tried to keep a straight helm,
wandering from bay to bay
-looking for you.

do

not all you can

?

does the king or pomp
lead the way?

it is over. who still sits
in the bay?

Rooms

There was once a man who was born to the doorway of a great mansion, a caravanserai, soon after he started crawling in, explored the entryway. How you cannot imagine that person not opening every door of that building and see what it could house, climbing to the roof, the attic and down to the basement and every balcony, start cooking in every kitchen to host friends and relations he has never met, the same way you should not be happy for him not opening every room of his mind and thinking. Your mind is that caravanserai and every person you meet has a key to a room that you have not opened to light yet, each person has a way to more of you waiting to be discovered still.

Education is more than just filling the existing rooms with stuff, it is also enabling a person to open new rooms.

picked

For the Hearts,

that either 
had to wait 
in line, 
to face the bullet 
or leave Home.

Oct 18, 2017

This afternoon
like the convulsions of a mother's womb, 
the place and the circumstances
pushed me out the bay,
despite the weather and the rain.
Drifted out with the wind on my back. 
Like my childhood. 
Then came the time to climb 
and toil back up. 
Only when it was 
the distance of a shout 
from the shore
I stopped 
and looked at the lights 
on the land. 
Despite the cold 
and the rain 
it felt like being cushioned on the clouds. 
In that cerebral moment, 
I yielded to the wind 
and thought of the time when 
it is difficult to say good by.

Fear

The world
is small enough
to be a grave stone
for me one day.
Does it matter
which dirrection
I stretch my feet?