DEAD END

The failed conviction of an error
The decay of an agreement breached.
The biting thought of a doubt
The searing pain of a mutilated promise.

A recluse in a land he knew as his own
An offender of permissions that he called rights
A dust eater in that garden of fruits
A fault that screams of its being precise

The moment of separation seeps closer
Sweat washes his side locks with their salty touch
There isn’t any going back from here
A reality he wishes was untrue so much

An attempt to look back at life that was Alive
Reflects the picture of a tragic tomorrow
It’s an evening when youth embraced terrorism once again
A moment of shiver
A minute of calamity,
A flash of terror
And the start of a life full of deaths and sorrows.

TREACHERY OF BIRTH

Of their heights and success
Of their royalty and finesse;
Of their strength and luxury
Of his own lowliness and misery.

He finds competition on the garbage dump
He gathers scraps of heat in the night so cold and numb.

The school’s bell, the flash of the light bulbs
The candy’s smell, the porcelain doll’s curls
He sits by the streetlight to endlessly search
The difference and the destitution- All for this treachery of Birth.