It

The first time I saw it, I wasn’t blinded.

Just fascinated. Very.

Such a pure thing… sparkling white.

A magnetic glow to that light.

It had no colour, no flicker.

It just shone. Constant.

I thought it was as pure as moonlight,

As blissful as sunlight…

And it was.

And as I gazed, it seemed to sense me,

And shine brighter.

As if I made its glow stronger.

Or so I thought.

So it shone and shone.

And then...

Then it was too bright for my innocent eyes.

I shielded them and it shut off…

And I could only feel its traces…

I saw it through tinted shades

Pieces of transparent colour

Always wondering why it wouldn’t shine for my eyes

And so I saw it the way I chose to

When I chose, it would dim, and let me see it.

But it is time.

And my eyes can see it again…

Without a shield.

And as I gaze… it is as pure as ever.

Bright white… devoid of colour.

Exactly how I first saw it.

And it is still magnetic.

Deep Beneath...

Deep down inside,

Beneath layers of countless qualities

She lies quietly

Wrapped up in Slumber…

Her form is innocent, her being is naïve,

She connects to nothing and disturbs no one,

She is Peace and peacefully she lies.

You see her when she is invisible,

And you call out her name

In a moment

She has awoken her lively spirit…

She is the Light,

The burning and the vivacious,

The steady and the glowing,

Yet she is shy of glory…

She is the Mist,

And the Voice calling from the mist

She makes you shiver, but you love it

And you hear her clear

For she speaks no words...

She clings to you,

Close,

Like a child, as if she needs you,

Yet as you hear her heartbeat,

You know she makes you stronger…

Deep down inside,

Beneath layers of qualities

Timid, shy but honest

She speaks.

chocolate...

I sat there looking out into the sea…
The waves breaking close to me…
Munching on a piece
Of the bar of chocolate I held in my hand…

And behind me she paused for just a moment,
And thrust a bunch of pink roses in my face,
I turned in time to see her deep dark eyes look at me…

Hoping I’d buy them…

She stood and I sat, but she was still just a foot taller…
A tiny, determined thing...

I don’t know how long it took
For me to look at her and her at me…
I don’t know when I decided or why

But I held out the chocolate
And she took it, a hint of a smile revealing itself on her face…
And walked off…

As if we existed just for that moment, when I hold out chocolate and a little girl with roses takes it and smiles!

green, tiny and scared

As I held them today,
Green, tiny and scared
They looked up at me,
(One with his one eye)
They snuggled in my palm…
And their eyes said,
“We like it here, do not let us go”

I wanted to kiss them,
But I dared not
I could not tell them…
“I will take you away from here,
I will keep you safe,
I will love you the way you deserve!”
Though I did love them immensely…

In a world foreign to them,
I could not give them
a place they could call home
I could not take them back
from where their pain cannot be seen,
where their existence is just entertainment…

I could not take them away…

But I can give them a voice…
and the voice screams in agony
“do not tear us from our homes!”

and I plead,
for I have loved them.
I plead to you all to never,
never!
yearn to own
and confine a life
to perpetual homelessness!

Words

The same words…
Few, true…
True?

I may have said them tens, hundreds, thousands of times…
As a secret,
In writing,
Coded and wrapped up,
Out loud,
To myself,
In reply,
Unspoken…..
From the bottom of my heart…

Knowing they’re full of meaning…
And what gave them the meaning?

For I realize
I can say them still… and they are empty…
I hear them still, and they are empty…
They sound the same, feel the same… but mean nothing…

And I search,
For what lies hidden,
Hesitant to reveal itself,
The force, the glow, the effort,
The truth…
Behind words…

the fool...

sick of the lies

of stereotypes, who overhear from behind walls, and overhear only words of offence

of insults, the exchange of them, continuous,

of hypocrisy, lined with false confidence, glaring,

of distortion,

of instigating words, that flare up like petrol,

of hatred, hatred, hatred, pouring in from all sides,

of fear, insecurities, anxieties, and bold defenses born of out of them,

of desires, mechanical and violent,

of force, slaps, hits and blows…

of an insensitivity, aaah, the one that makes them laugh at cruelty…

malice that shows clearly on their face

indifference that shows clearly in their acts

hatred that shows clearly in everything I see

and it is you who is a fool if you speak out

it is you who is ‘soft’ if you cant bear the thought of torture

who bothers too much, thinks too much,

who can’t have ‘fun’,

forgive too easily, understand too fast,

too compassionate, too tolerant, too naïve to understand the world?

the boring fool who believes in ideals!

Transparent Spiral Staircase...

It feels like moving on
An endless transparent spiral staircase…

Every step a pretty picture
That will change with every other step…
And keep you interested all the way up!

For it’s an endless staircase…

But I won’t tire,

For if I do, I look down
At all the steps I have come
Levels of transparent experiences
Tied in order

And they will make me smile
For each has a story

And I won’t stop climbing

For when I look up
I see the light through those transparent steps
Inspiring…

And something tells me it will never cease

Just like my transparent spiral staircase…