No Man’s Land

It is a field of thorns,
the land of no man which lies between us:
solemn,
grieving a trust too fragile to begin with.

Must we rush across it
hand in hand?
…hoping that act would be akin
to walking over a grave
covered over with hot coals?
…surprised that faith still counts
as we knock on that grave’s door,
request answers amid a generation
submerged in loneliness?

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The Spirit and The Beloved

…more than to be happy:to be loved;across all divides,within all silence,in all invalid mistakes punctuatingthe principle of honour:to be loved to infinity;as seen by each blindspot that maylive within a wish:to belong;aside from all validation:to be loved. All Rights ReservedCopyright … Continue reading

The Marathon

Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… … Continue reading

The Colour Series (Part 4): White

By now, you’ve noticed:This is about all the colours of the rainbow.Rainbow,gift after the rain has come,halo of waterfalls,split personalities of the colour white. White: a mere constituent of physics,until the thinking man came along. And it shall be recognisedthat … Continue reading