The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
A clean cloth
Dipped in water
Can remove dirt.
A dirty cloth
Dipped in water,
Can do the same.
They say,
We are what we do to others.
We are good
If we do others good.
We are bad
If we do others bad.
They don't realise that
A dirty cloth
When dipped in water
Can remove dirt.
The clean will become dirty
The dirty will become dirtier.
There will be no difference between the two.
The cloth well used
Cannot remain clean.
It should be dirty.
Then washed.
Dirty.
Then washed.
Dirty.
Then washed.
Until it tears
And has to be thrown away.
Innocent creatures
We bring new creatures into the world
And make them see things they shouldn’t;
A bug squished on a wall
Painted for the first time,
A microwave
heating until it catches fire,
A man and a woman
Breaking empty bottles on each other's heads
While the creature in the blue cloth
Cries,
Cries,
And cries.
That's the moment it realises
That no one cares;
That's the moment it realises
Crying is a solitary act.
That’s the moment it realises
The world is not so innocent
And that it should be like the world
To be in it
Alive.
Angel and devil
I sit alone watching the bubbles rise up
In my mug of beer.
Should I do this?
I've not drunk before.
The angel and devil sit on my shoulders
Like in some silly cartoon,
And try to draw me to their sides.
I still sit alone watching the bubbles rise.
Now
There are only few.
Being stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea
Was better;
At least you can swim
As long as your spirit allows,
At least you can die trying.
But being stuck between the angel and the devil
Is pure hell.
There were no more bubbles rising.
The bartender swallows his laugh,
The old man on the other table smiled;
A smile like plastic.
There were no more bubbles rising.
I got up angry
And the mug shattered on the floor.
The devil disappeared and the angel pressed his palms together.
Then I stepped on the glass and cut myself.
Now the devil appeared
And laughed the fire out of his nostrils.
I guess I can’t satisfy just one of them
Ever.
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