Heart Controller

Walking amidst standing vivid trees falling gloomy leaves, Reaching the murky waters whispering sacred symbols, Weary yet carrying debts and caring for none but few, Frequent flyers gaze on this new naked rotten part of bark, Dancing rigorously dislocating arms and a star’s trickery, Our leaves and yours; fascinated yet lost in black mazes, A foot there and another drinking on thirsty tombs, I stood on hills calling for listeners of identity retrievers, Odd I might be, but a person with mind, body and soul, And a tongue forged within the ancient blessed trees, A lost item inside copious plants decorating the mud, Still whispering hallowed codes frowning at fancy twinkles, Thieves soaring over mausoleums borrowing wild leaves, Never to return as a born leaf but a putrid grassy thief, Forgotten Earth Whisperers die of poverty and hunger, I keep touching them for remembrance; annual festivity, If only Earth Whisperers were inhaled by those thieves, If only the hill I am ...

Step one – step two – block then attack, Step three – step four – and then launch, Step five– *RING RING* just hold a bit, Continue training with the same routine. “Hello! Yes? Yes, it is me. Aha, okay. When? N-now? Aha, b-but– not a problem! Ba-bye!” Climbing up the ladder is what I have done, Stood on this long, narrow cliff and waiting, Cheers and claps from the audience I hear, Nerve-racking indeed, yet a compulsory step, Step-step-step-jump-grab and swing; finally, Swing... swing... swing-release-catch-swing, Swing... swing... swing-release– “Hello! Yes, speaking! What do you want? I know, I just spoke to him! Yes, okay! Bye” Climbing up the foremast just before sunset, Heading west; eyes longing for a night’s birth, G-golden-orange sparks the bowsprit brilliantly, There! The universe’s soul is s-... s-... singing, Still as a rock, but a heart’s pound is irresistible, Cheers and shouts from the crew is what I hear, And now to fly low on the ground with the...

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