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Loud Rain

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…
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Saints and sinners

 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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