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A Parasitic Flower

There is something wrong with this streetlight, It is flickering, fighting to get out of darkness, But soon – maybe too soon – it shuts down, It is still struggling and I did not understand, I did not know what to do in this empty town, The road ends on an extremely silenced hill, And I want to walk somewhere. Anywhere! As long as I get out of this melancholic prison, Or should I fix this streetlight first and then – Wait! There seems to be an intriguing flower, Thorns all over its short thick velvet stem, Poison enveloping my heart through my eyes, Although, she is living out of this streetlight, A parasite? Swallowing the light? Possessed? I do not dare approach but her crimson petals – Suddenly, my flickering light just went out! Thursday, 30 th of October 2014

The Hallow Realm

Trick or never treat Masked beyond the sacred night Ghastly mist with fear Humans weeping for no one Joyful songs to hear When death awaits the neighbour Shadow's illusion Into the ignorant minds Suffocating lungs A poetic emotion Haiku meant to shock Eyes horrified from the news Cursed crisis camps Humans retreat in sorrow Shivering stiff spines Children dreaming of a life Coloured with beauty Instead shells are dropped above Skeletons outrage Everywhere life still goes on Sweets on the doorsteps Masked beyond the sacred night Trick or never treat Sunday, 26 th of October 2014

The Story of the Red Umbrella

My previous owner was the humanity’s peace, Then came the shadows amidst the storm, And I tried protecting my delicate owner, Her child cried and tears kept overflowing, And then she let go. The gust of wind chained me in this chilly night, Surrounded by dark skies enslaved by the shadows, But as the light pierced through the angry clouds, Through the rain, through the wind, through the storm, I descended from the heavens as a peaceful red umbrella. Thursday, 23 rd of October 2014

Hanging Humanity

They hanged me in the middle of the camp, Rope tied tight to the neck of a knight, Supposed to be dead but I did not die, Soldiers kept shouting ‘Die! Die! Die!’ They wanted to kill me but they could not, I wanted them to kill me but I could not, Voices of peace came as sharp as my sight, Strengthening this heart and my windpipe, I ordered people to discuss not to fight, I sheltered people’s lands into my light, I opened my mind to open your closed one, I even skipped a heartbeat just to reach you, But here I am sentenced as a war criminal, Hanging the hanged head of humanity’s hope – sigh – – Last breath – Sunday, 19 th of October 2014

An Open Book

You came into my life with a royal exquisite desire, Wanting to elude me into the volcanic eruptions, And you never cease with your continuous thorns, As if a deafening rusty motor on an endless fuel, Feeding the empty fireplace with heat to produce A magnificent emotional formula; but only to – Wound my delicate young heart and to interfere With my mind emitting voices of iced immaturity, And yet, I listen attentively to the vast collection Of stories, of senseless memories, of aching cries. These passionate calligraphy weighing this paper Down are but a chance for you to understand me, To open your adorable mesmerising brown eyes, To move the curiosity within your delicate fingers As they keep striding on my ticklish feet leisurely Moving towards my knees and my concrete legs. Friday, 17 th of October 2014