The Dialogue

*On Text Message*

Ana, “I am leaving tomorrow.”
Cyril, “Why? What happened??”
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow when you come home.”
“Ermmm… Is everything fine at home?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok, if you say so.. But I’ll be anxious the whole night if you don’t tell me.”
“You’ve been lying to me all this while.”
“About what?”
“Rack your brains and you’ll know.”
“Don’t you act so innocent. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Oh so you are snooping around in my iPad. Don’t Ana… You’ll find what you’re looking for.”
“Well, thanks for the advice! But its a little too late now.”
No Response


Small pieces of colored glass
A pair of trinkets
Postcards –
All coveted treasures of
Jana’s dreams.
Oh sweet Jana, little Jana
Holy cherub of soul pristine!
One amid the swarm of angels,
Ricocheting in
Dusty alleys,
A jolly world at her playful feet
In sunny evening summer breeze.
Rosy child with rouge lips
Fragility of cotton candy
Coolness of popsicles
Hair like dark ebony.
What harm could this cherub do?
One would say
For those soft curls don’t tell lies
Nor does sun lighting those eyes.
Her eyes…
A cradle of dreams
Those glossy dreams
Tiny dreams
Like dew drops
By night streams,
Yet untouched
By dirt and mud
Yet unnerved
By guns and blood.
Yet someday
The dirt will spatter
When the dew be trodden
By civilized men,
Yet someday
The guns will chatter
When the child be told off
By decorous men,
For, to men of honor
She ain’t no different.
She’s a threat as much as
Any of her peculiar kind
An object of caution,
Shallow, unrefined.
A savage, a crude
In need of being renewed.
So she must vow allegiance
And prove her worth
To undo the crime
Of her innocent birth.


Lies, lies, lies
Dig around
You’ll find them, lies.
Fat dark lies
Wrapped in sheets of white,
Ugly truth
Painted to look right.

The pride of powerful
The sword of mighty
The bitter tales that
Burn many a city,
Yet they are sought
Yet consumed
By the very men whom
They consume,
Its a rat trap
Set on the rat brains
These lies.

The seeds of hatred
The seeds of discord
Sown so a few
Can reap a reward,
While the millions suffer
And the millions die
At the hands of those
Slick and sly,
Its a rat trap
Set on the rat brains
These lies.

The fodder of hungry
The food of plebeian
A child digs into
His portion of poison,
Though unaware of
Grave deception
Lulling in arms
Of sweet delusion,
Its a rat trap
Set on the rat brains
These lies.

The merchants of lies
May lure the eyes,
The traders of lies
May trick the eyes
But we got to
Rise above the guise
The trap
The rat trap
Set on our rat brains
These lies.


There goes my head swimming away
Into the light waves of shining yellow,
Calm tranquility descends upon earth
Enveloping all worries in fuzzy mellow.
The breeze caresses my warm cheeks
And takes along a whirlwind of leaves;
Exasperated, I run and chase after
The elusive beauty like wretched thieves.
But the devious thing waltzes higher
Above to unveil a sight more majestic
– Sultry round moon lazes idly amid
Dark clouds like empress of ecliptic.
My weightless body now glides through,
Drawing in closer to the sound of music,
The ripples of happiness ignite my being
With some mysterious magical trick.
Oh I swear Divine Providence knows!
For He sends forth a stellar downpour,
Unleashing His wonder on fiery souls
And leaving all asking for nothing more.
The beaming faces flock together to
Dance and drench in rain of euphoria,
Turning themselves in to the charge
Of pulsating beats of electronic genre.
Off we sail away into the ocean of unity
– A distant sea with no bounds or ends,
This world is a beautiful place wherein
Friends are friends and foes are friends.

Through the Kaleidoscope

Through the kaleidoscope,
Many a hue dance away.
A loop once set in motion goes
Round to end some day.
Black gives way to blue above
To white, to yellow, to pink
Regal crimson seals the dusk,
Black again after sun sink.
Light transcends the dark
And dark, the light,
As the day rolls over
To give in to night.

On warped time scale
Elapse little views so vivid
Of joys and of beauty,
Of times insipid.
Clouds waft through
The wide blue yonder,
Forever passing
Into the Neverland.
Shooting stars bless
The heavens above
With a sterling radiance
Of that of sand.

Now comes the parched land
With earth cracked asunder,
Now comes a drizzle along
With wild roaring thunder.
Winds change all along
And so do the landscapes
– Cherry blossom greetings
And luscious green grapes.
The loop leaps forward
To return to the old,
So comes the end
Of a year foretold.

Through the kaleidoscope,
A full circle thus closes.
The end is the start,
Its how one chooses.

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