The fire had now expanded, to the world it was not visible.
She hid it well, within the tresses, they mingled slowly.
At-least she thought so, she didn't know yet, if someone saw.
Saw the flames slowly creep in and not exit from the clouds.
She was not sure, which way to look, where to hide them.
No direction so far had held her close, taken care to look.
The proximity was a fear she treasured, her little secret.
She had now known for long the songs were now dying.
She held on to them, they were dry twigs she did know.
Her hands slowly burned, she had foreseen the ash.
The flame brought the songs to ash, songs already dead.
Tears could save not much, for the tresses were longer,
The drops slowly dried, the salt which had remained,
Clung on to her consciousness, stuck to her for life.
What she could do nothing about was now a part of her,
Not her's to take, not her decision to make, not her's
Yet her soul was at stake; for it was her belief,
In life which was dead on the outside yet alive within.
She was blamed for the flame which was not her's to hide.
She was blamed for the water not being enough to ignite.
The dreams were rampant, epidemic love soon struck,
Blinded by fate and residue salt she decided to flee.
Ran as the girl; through the meadow, a wind flew.
Caught in the sudden wind the long tresses unfolded
Out emerged the lion enveloped in the flames,
Free to turn to ash what had been existing since.

The bird in the box

It was injured.
He picked It up,
And slowly lowered It into a box.
The box was covered with a cloth,
The box had holes in it.

The bird, did not move,
It was injured.
He took care of It with all his heart.
The box was slowly shrinking.
The care bore fruit.

The bird started to peep out,
The blue eyes wide in the bright light.
It was surprised, for It was alive.
He had taken great care.
The bird tried to hop out.

The box had become smaller,
The holes had shrunk.

The bird walked out of the box.
The bird refused to go back in.
It longingly looked at the sky.

When It was last there,
The predator had attacked.
The battle was in mid air.
The claws slowly sunk in.
They left bruises very deep.

The truth shall set you free,
They said to the bird.
The bird tried...
The care was shackled around It.
The deep affection prevailed.

The truth dug It's grave deeper,
They refused to hear out.
Believing was not a question.
They ignored It outright.
For them It was no more a bird.

He tried to set It free,
Love has no bounds.
Not knowing that it was love,

That had clipped those pretty wings.
That had not set It free.

The predator had attacked once.
The eagle had tasted blood,
And the bird had tasted pain.
Pain not close to It's reality,
Pain which knew no bounds.

The bird was younger than many,
Pain was not as alien as pleasure
Pain was not as known as gain.
The pain had not known boundaries,
The pain had not left memories.

The pain slowly became a solace,
The pain slowly ceased to live.
It would hop into the box and strain.
The box was It's object of reverence.
The box was It's object of pain.

He was willing to overlook,
The bird squirming in pain.
Slowly he forgot,
About all the care he had laid,
In the box covered with cloth.

He watched from a distance,
Look he surely would,
He simply forgot to see,
It was not truth,
But pain which set It free.

He revolted at the mutiny,
For the bird had not flown,
Months had gone by,
Before It had really shown,
The courage and the will to fly.

He was taken aback by it all,
The love now turned sour,
Regret of even letting It walk,
Crept in with so much more,
Was it all in his mind, It thought.

The bird tried not to fly far,
Kept a measuring string attached.
It peeped back in the window,
And hid in the box such,
It hid from the world and Itself.

Forgetting all the pain It felt,
It reveled in pleasure now.
Not knowing the bounds then and now.
It flew much beyond,
What the string could count.

He gave up on It,
He took to caring again,
This time for a kitten instead.
He gave up on It forever,
Yet did not set It free.

The truth had failed It,
Now so had he.
The love had taken to remorse,
The knowledge to stealth,
And happiness to hiding.

Only pain had been a friend,
A companion when It was sad,
Standing in timed both good and bad.
To which It took again.
To which he kept looking back.

The only constant was change,
The change of suffering,
From one kind to next.
For now it was not change,
But suffering the constant.

For the last time the bird slipped in,
That box of love, fame and shame.
It went under the cloth,
The holes had long gone,
The eyes closing, never to open again.

THE WALL

The wall had fallen

Chunks fell around me

I stood almost rooted

Coveted by the debris.

Not caring about embers

Them crashing, I could see

I could not feel the heat

Enveloped by the blaze.

I stood writing the letters

The ice around melting

I stopped trying to keep-up

As the forces sucked me in.

I slowly then let go the plank,

My wishes could now be true.

The waters, 

were now so dark and deep,

Shrouding promises,

I did not want to keep.

Everything around me changed,

was much darker than before.

My ears pounding in pain,

Yet I knew I could simply go.

My vision was distorted large,

As a coloured cloud passed

I looked back through it whole

The slowly dimming last glow.

I suddenly flapped hard

Aiming for the highest sky

My arms by now were heavy

My heads seemed to sway.

My heart had been at rest

My body was now too.

I wish,

you had been my friend.

I did,
send you a postcard once.

I waited for you to write,

Maybe today we were to meet

To balance out differences

And to stop the bleed.

As we slowly become one,

As I give up all the pain,

My wounds no more count

As now it is always rain.

I remember telling him once

Even if every bit went wrong

Rain could simply fix it all

Just, let the magic drops fall.

Now, I was, one with the rain,

Later, I would be the cloud.

I was now,

drenching the grass blade,

I was now,

the treason, and the shade.

I was now one with the soil

The soil I had once been

I was now the sweet smell,
As always hence I was seen.

Glue

It did not need picking
It did not need bills
It did not need fixing
For it never had frills.
It did not need mending
It did not need force
It did not need bending
For it never was coarse.

The hearth was warm
The message was sent
The saviour was strong
The heart was lent
The letter was returned
The idea was strewn.
The pieces too tiny,
Spread across the room.
The eyes were pleading
The lips were sealed
The actions were calling
The bones didn't pay heed.
There was more to find
There was more to read
Among the blanket folds
Dividing the cold and heat.

The received was coded
The pen was deceived
The ink slowly eroded
It had to save the read.

The receiver was lost,
The ears were deceived
The words slowly eroded
They had to save the weed.

I wish it were easier,
To view beyond.
I wish it were better,
To while along.
I wish it were nicer,
To pretend wrong.

For,
I know the question,
To break the peace.
I knew the question,
But the bones,
did not pay heed.

 

Run

Run, run along like a steed,

Run, run along with speed.

Run, for that is what is taught

Run, for all that is not draught.

Run, intoxicated by wealth,

Run, away with stealth

Run, never to look behind

Run, for you will surely find.

Run, I must looking ahead

Not knowing the goal set.

I look through blinders

I look over the fence

I have read the letters

Spelled across my length.

Run, I did through it all,

Not seeking reprieve,

I missed the road blue,

I missed the grass tall.

I ran past the hedgehog

And all things yellow too.

Run, now I must not,

Not that I must just stop

This time I choose to walk,

To look and to intently gaze

To love and happily dwell

On new roads and two-ways.

The way we were

The chant plays by itself
The 6 minutes felt like eternity
I was lost in the sound
I could hear my Grandma,
humming she walked around
I could feel the transition
I accepted what I was not
I could not label my now
I was scared to verse it
I knew change had no end
The chant didn't calm me
Fear took its place instead.
I was walking around too
I did not hum any more
The reflection felt distorted
my shadow didn't stand tall
Each with a mind of its own
My hair blew in the air,
The water wasn't calm now,
My feelings it reflected
My expression it failed to
I was not what i had been
I was not what i was to be
I was what I was now,
I simply was just me,
I at that moment was, me.

He could see right through
He could not see the wall
He saw beyond the layers
That now were not so tall.
The glass had long melted.
The water level did grow
The damn had long broken
But now it began to flow.
It now flows southward
It then slowly flows west
It refused to flow north
Where it could slyly rest.
It took the living along
The dead were in it too
The settled dust it took
But left behind some dues
The likes could not be paid
No justice could be met
The debts could not to be laid
On the wall's imminent bed.