The little black book

I have a little black book

words of wisdom

gathered over the years

notes, eye-openers

realizations….

That the origin of good and evil

is deeply rooted in one’s own heart

there is a scheme to life

we can either embrace it or run from it

Being yourself is very difficult

in a society where anything out of the ordinary

are either labelled  or condemned

and one should never believe in anything

simply because it is written as the absolute truth

Hatred can turn one’s days and nights into

hellish turmoil

trust is earned

religion is not restricted

to temples and sacred writings

Death is a painful truth

tenderness and kindness

are not signs of weakness

once spoken,

words can never be reversed.

The little black book

now is with all the others

on my shelve

a constant reminder

that life is a process

a mystical journey

a true version of oneself

A Number

November 2010
I became a statistic
labled - criminal -
within twenty minutes
my world came
tumbling down

Handcuffed
chains around the ankles
in case I have the urge
to run away

suffocating in a small holding cell

Mixed emotions
fear...anxiety...sadness...hopelessness
and so my life begins
a small part in a minority group

a number

Ebb and Flow

The ebb and flow

of my life

are controlled by my moods

and they seesaw between

ecstatic heights and

nightmarish depths.

Like a Joan of Arc

I persue my demons

and find solitude

when i withdraw into

my innermost self

with only the music

of my heart

as company.