Tuesday, October 27, 2009
What could be more cruel than seeing a lion, the king of the jungle, trapped , acquiesced into submission with sedatives,forced behind a small cage; its freedom curbed and lashed into surrender by the inherent treachery of human being?
It is the cruelty of those standing outside the cage, watching this degradation of a royalty, turning it into an entertainment at the zoo, which bothers me more...
The abasement of man. The laughter, the tease. The safety of being cruel, while standing outside the cage.
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...