Blindfold me

At times it's a sheer cloth I use,
At times, tough as leather.
Round the back of my head I reach-
A knot as tight as my scope,
I strangle all hope.

I blind-fold me.

Stand still as it starts.
Pillar straight but earthquake shaky. 
A stampede at the speed of light.
I wait for the knock out. 
All alone.
Noumenon. 

Suddenly, the rush is over -
hands trembling over the knot. 
Around my head, I reveal my eyes. 
In time to realize- 
I missed it again. 

Stampede of colour.
Of light and death. 
Of fear and joy. 
Family.
Friends.
Capricious dancers.
But that wasn't the end. 

The last of the fury,
trailing behind.
Eyes wide open this time.
The gossip, the jealousy.
The pressure in jest.
Religion & culture,
Clashed with my best. 

Blind-folded. 

I waited for you. 
And I missed all the rest. 

The Sewage

Find me here.

Where real waste gathers.

Rubbing up against filth.

A wealth of nothing. 

An empty canvas waiting for colour.

Searching the crowd for something that resonates,

but all I find are seekers of temporary highs.

All this façade. 

Shiny lips on inebriated vessels.

The show must go on...

but whose the audience? 

The rhythm tries hard to penetrate my aura,

but I choose an empty corner to write my peace.

A butterfly stuck in the tunnel
Ultraviolet lights.

Flash.

Funny when it don't feel right and you do it anyway.

How many hits to the heart does it take to get you awake? 

Don't be resilient to truth. 

The light you're searching for doesn't shine here.

Know it.