A Stroll in the Cold on Roehampton lane

I feel like an astronaut walking on eggshells

but when I think about it

It is for the better

feeling the cold wind only on my exposed face,

I can happily acknowledge the layers of clothing

shielding me from the harsh winter cold

as

I climbed down the stairs walking away from

The station, I stop to look at the naked trees

standing like military guards along the tiny

path ahead.

Here’s a fortune cookie at my feet

someone must have dropped it earlier. I wonder

what it says

I don’t believe in fortune telling but

even I was tempted to open it to read what is written

as I walked further away                       from barnes

station holding on to the cookie and trying not to

let my mind wander off to the man that sat at that

corner the                          far corner in the train

he was hiding behind a newspaper.                            His

hand was vividly shaken, I’m going to have a

word with him. Don’t panic it was just a thought, one

I could                         never act upon, not here

in England. It is quite a quiet night                                     tonight

cars                                          are still on the road but

just me, myself and I walking on the long road

one habit I am beginning to think           of giving up

not because I think it is not safe             no, it is

because I                                  don’t intend to keep strolling with

a pen, pencil and papers in my bag in the cold

shivering and asking myself again what the  hell

I am doing on Roehampton lane at 12 midnight.

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Alarm Clock

For what reason do you scream so loud

on a cloudy Sunday morning when I’m all

worn out and only yearn for just a few more

minutes beneath the warmth of my duvet?

All

day while I move from office to office

rapidly moving my lips to form tired words

of how much my product is needed, you sit

Stone still at my window waiting for morning.

Have I not

proved that I need more of the sweet dreams

that plague my sleep after the energy sapping day?

 

Well, I have my soft pillow and my earpiece

to shut your loud scream from getting into

my delicate ear drums while in the warm bed.

Imagine Me

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MIÑA VIAXE –

When I applied,
I had no hope and hid in a
corner in the cybercafé opposite
all other customers.

I hated the heat and I
hated lecture rooms. Lecturers were
never accessible. It seemed they
flew away immediately after lectures.

If anyone asks
for my reason, I’ll draw a
tree and say ‘I’m looking for
an angel to give me a miracle’.

And today I stand in the
center of the world
writing poetry in Britain.
Imagine me!

CONSCIENCE

THE CONSCIENCE.

The only name I can call you is: the invisible

shadow tucking at my errant mind, drawing

 

at my heart. You lurk around in the air. Waiting

for my move and then you strike out of no where

 

biting into my heart like locust in the Egyptians

field. Whispering in my ears like the snake

 

in the sweet garden of Eden. Oh be silent for once

and let me do as my body desire. Enjoy this great

 

pleasure of sin with me for I will ask for cleansing and

forgiveness! I must, but that would be in a later day

MY LADY

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