i was this big celebrity
and I wanted to go to the frontline
where they fought wars
and where lives were lost //
i picked up the newspaper
to see which country was being torn apart
and where my country was
in the name of aid //
(it wasn’t really tough to find) //
i asked my manager
and he drove me there
of course, first, we took a flight
but that wasn’t in my dream //
wearing this olive coloured helmet
i was escorted to the frontline
where i saw soldiers
from my country and from Viet // Continue reading “bananas, mangoes, and the frontline”
i wonder, what is the one thing
i can make, that will surprise you
and make you remember me
with months to your birthday
i come up with the plans
gifts i will make, and a surprise for you with all your friends
the gift is made
the surprise is set
but we are no longer friends
just a few days later
my other friend has a birthday coming too
so i start planning for that
after a lot of thinking
i decide to make a gift,
i make it with my own hands
but this time i am too late
12 hours past the day
i still try to wish and present the gift
i failed and lost you
i failed again and lost another
with the clock ticking one
i wish to live no longer
I have hope
till he sails in the rough ocean
till he survives to find an oasis in the dry desert
till he can farm to feed his family
till he sees a friend in the sherpa
till he smiles back at me
but my hope is bounded
like my life bounded by this world
I wish I had cared for the twisted times,
Always anxious about the future,
I didn’t live in the present,
And then died having never really lived.
For all I knew,
For all I dreamed,
I wanted it to happen.
And now it is happening,
Because I found you,
And I want you.
They were fences,
rusty and spiked
not to stop those armed men
but to stop me fleeing my home
They were fireballs,
flaming with hope
not to kill those armed men
but to protect me in my home
They were home,
just last night
on the frontline this morning
everlasting in my memory
We don’t know if Gods exist.
We heard they give their signs.
And there are people, who walk their path.
As if there is nothing to ask the might.
And there are people, who disprove their existence,
as if everything happens, but on its own.
Then there are people, in full faith and trust.
And then there are people, who earn on this very creed.
No reason, no meaning, the questions still arise,
One does not hear and the other too obsessed.