Heart Controller

Rainbow clouds bathing under glamorous sunbeams, Brisk of wind coating the shoulders as if a cold shawl, Not paintings nor photos depicting a majestic scenery, The body reacts with numerous involuntary shivers, The colourful flowers, which were once petite buds, Falling off bit by bit from this veranda; one-two-three, It is the autumn’s destiny; an involuntary phenomenon, Water was not scarce nor the glowing rays of the sun, Not a lifecycle, but just descendents of one another, Beings living a life similar to that of ours with ancestors, Then comes the wind, blowing, picking those in need, And I stand up and walk through the opened windows, Seeking warmth and the mobile phone rings: “hello!” Saturday, 18th of December 2010

N-no, stay, why, stop it, oh stop it, s-stop weeping, I feel cold, I am so afraid, I cannot, oh I cannot cry, Nor can I shiver and remove these hazy emotions, Alone in the dark with mud's the only companion, No, my doings, the good and the bad, all of them, I lie still, still as a statue, pausing, I am still alive, Hearing the people's footsteps leaving me behind, I am alive, but I need to catch a deep last breath. Waiting, waiting, and w- Frozen flesh N-no, not yet, I am not, no, please I am not ready, He is taking me, guys, come back, don- leave me, I am gone, but give me a second, back, back I want, It hurts, n-no, I mean y-yes, I am gone yet a-alive, This is the proof, why, take it, that is the evidence, Nooo! Stop talking, stop it, yes I did, but because-, Guys, look at me, touch my flesh, hear my screams, If only you knew, still, what would you have done? Thursday, 28th of October 2010

Micastu sumanitu taka, Na wiyakapi leciya naju oskapa, Miwicasa, mioyate, Mihelti aka mimakoce, Hehatu wakpa, Kici tawicu na ciksi, Na istime mahel wicoti ocoze. Micastu nahahci sumanitu taka, Na wiyakapi ile, Miwicasa nahahci, mioyate, Wana miakicita, Le nahahci mimakoce, Hehatu wakpa, Mahel wicoti isna la. Maoyuspe wahin kpe, Maza su micante papala ape, Miwe caku zugzuka, Tka nahahci naji wakatu ya na haske, Ska tatanka ihakab miye, Na le okicize mikicizapi, Mihukapi, mikicopi. Malakota! Monday, 26th of April 2010

Stretching out on the golden diminutive granules, Opening the eyes resisting the sun's blazing beam, Barefoot and toes dancing through the cold breeze, Holding a 'bottled letter' on the right hand; relaxing. Dozing then waking from a toddler's joyous laugh, Sitting up still grasping the poorly shaped letter, Finding it rather attractive but it spoke of tomorrow, Days of reconciliation from the bitter yesterday. The author named "I"; the date not far from today, From an indefinite location but a language I speak, Written from right-to-left starting with اللهم لك الحمد, Saddened by the beauty of tears, yet, optimistic. "I" spoke of the ancestral origins of the humans, Of the morals and values shared by the individuals, Of the pin-pointed differences referred by organs, And of the true path sought for a better tomorrow. There the calligraphy ended before a tiny full-stop, Folding the 'bottled letter' in halves and once again...

Once upon An autumn leaf Dry and brown A story told Through the dance Left and right Kissed the ground Stroked the sand A tongue to speak Language of Sad and fear I can hear Loud and clear. And I am once Born to preach Language of Peace and love Draw and paint A thousand words Feel my lips Move apart Hear my heart Cry for just But sure you know The world you're in Is but a show That has an end A happy one. So hear me say One more time A story told A thousand words Be sincere Persevere And you will be A charming leaf Red and green Full of life Peace and love Once upon A Saturday. Saturday, 24th of July 2010

There is a time when the heavy rain, Declines to face the atrocious sand, And emerges on the horizon at dawn, To fall from the sky above so high, Onto the bricks and gates of a castle. But deep down in his warm heart, He wants to guide those who are lost, He then cries out loud then he sighs, And then the moon escapes the clouds, Shining the light on the forlorn souls. To be a part of this enormous castle, To embed within its protective walls, To evaporate into the clouds up high, To become yet another heavy rain, To drench tears from the souls of sands. Tuesday, 08th of June 2010

The wolf cries towards the advancing monsoon, You saw his mystical and formless silhouette, Saddened by speechless dawns and sunsets, Howling endlessly for a believer's approach, Finding a cursed contour of a leafless tree, Digging its roots through the glowing graves, Igniting little fragments of a yearned soul, Generating diamonds held in a safety vault. Saturday, 22nd of May 2010