Sunday, 13 November 2016

Be a woman

contorted into an image
birthed from a mind
infected with misogyny
be a woman
everyone has an opinion
about your next performance
shall you be dainty or a tomboy
its all the same to me
never unique
we are one blended shrieking mass
oh, but we can't do maths
the 'men' say
large and in charge
they trip over our hems.

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Donald Trump Blues, Theresa May Flu

In the West
an axis of evil
crystallizes
and threatens
all life forms.

the worker toils
many tears
cascade down his cheeks,
or maybe it is sweat.
I'm bewildered of,
counting down to,
the journals, blogs, fake outrage.
well paid media professionals
over chai tea latte discuss,
forecast his tantrums.

Back in Blighty,
we have a lady head of state
but don't call it progress
I label it a fool's process.

Why bother?


















Saturday, 29 October 2016

Surah Naba



Surah Naba is beautiful. In reading this chapter I feel a mixture of gratitude and amazement  - all power belongs to Him.

78:8
And We created you in pairs
78:9
And made your sleep [a means for] rest
78:10
And made the night as clothing



Monday, 24 October 2016

Glass Mind

transparent and caught
within my mind 
human livestock graze
they know not better
and I know not at all
they sow for fruitful
destruction.
I am vulnerable to their steps
they drown my cries
all throughout the night
the foghorn sounds
it tapes me down
to the sinkhole
of despair.





Monday, 10 October 2016

Breakthrough

I float midway and sit
in obedience
to the ever-longing screw-with-yer-mind
-ers
they cannibalize,
stuff down,
yer vital bits.
treat you like pic n mix.
you are 'living' in an air-balloon, so mediocre
through sheets of plastic hastily painted magenta
hot air is puked in every direction.












Friday, 2 September 2016

Flu Blues

I've the flu blues,
a chest full of avoided situations
that could have been chucked
in an altered reality
or medicine.
a sticky mess pushes through
stubby knuckles flail
she fatigued retires to
the fever boudoir and stiff chair.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

The Big Bad World (out there) Part 1


I live with a homebody family. They like the indoors, and spending their hours joking and shoving, but within the private realm of our four walled home.

They - or shall I say 'we', spend hours on gadgets and television - the prospect of going out and meeting peoples seems less gratifying than the internet matrix we virtually own.

I'm not shaming anyone here, I am just as guilty for this home becoming a multi-generational, introverted and tech-absorbed enclave.

However, I want to know if I can ever return from my 'dream state reality' (which my blog is a part of). 

For constructively leaving in-the-air ideas to a more practical life style.

Yes 'real life', the tangible and feel-able is the sheep in wolf's clothing that I am unsure/frightened of.

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What is really out there for me, anyway? Moving out would inevitably mean losing touch with relatives which means losing the human contact freely 'there' at my family home.

I am not brave at all.  I am very content with being used to things and abiding/living by it.

I sometimes imagine what it would be like to live alone. My live alone fantasy always cuts itself short when I realize I'd be (drum-roll) ... alone!

To be continued...