Woman .... June 10, 2013

You see only the tough exterior
You see the smiles,
May hear the unladylike laugh
Maybe you just see a clown of a woman
Nothing pretty to the eyes
Nothing smart in the brain
Not even acceptable at any level
Just a woman
One to mock
One to find faults with
One to insult or be rude to
Only a lowly woman
Might you then be gallant enough
To stand in her womanly shoes
To tread the steps she takes
To do the things she does
To be as strong in resolve
To hold her tongue words that would cut you down to size
Could you lay in her bed of thorns
As her heart bleeds its burdened sorrows
Unspoken
Unheard
Nothing more nothing less
Can you be that woman
Just simply a woman.

.ani 10-June-13

Waiting .... Dec 04, 2011

against my window
searching into the distance
never did your shadow cast
might I have blinked
missed the moment 

if i keep looking
perhaps you will
gift me with a glimpse of your shy smile
eyes lowered as you hurry by
so here I remain
hopeful

~.ani original 30th Sept 2010

Moments

alone desolate
carnage death
amongst the sordid images
stood proud and stoic
ebony alongside ivory
encased in the best mahogany
drawn closer almost afraid
Bach, Beethoven and Mozart
played out to my touch
from memory against these
long silenced keys
music soared heaven bound
momentarily flooding life
into where living had long ceased

Art of Talking ... Oct 12, 2010

We talk

In riddles

I probe

You side step

In circles

No end

Out it comes

A shy blurt

Love you

I laugh

Quiet silence

The end

I See ... April 21, 2010

When opulence and wealth

Designer labels expensive toys

Insignificant without value

Recipients blinded in a greedy orgy

I take a step back

And see with my mind and heart

I see children all bones

Taut skin

Swollen belly

Cracked dry thirsting mouths

Crying without tears

As hunger claims yet another

I see the women squatting

Under scorching sun

Small chisel and hammer

Working rock into pebbles

For few measly coins

That might douse fires in empty bellies

I see men become beasts of burden

Their youth plundered

Their frames bent in submission

Jostling for extras

That might add to the scraps

Each calls his meal

Some have more than others

Yet some others have nothing

Like death knolls toll

Humanity loses itself in its greed

There are many losing themselves

As poverty and hunger spreads