HE SAID AND I SAID

He said,"So?"
And I said,"So?"
And that's all we said...........
And the time passed...
And the time kept passing
And we said no more......................

And we didn't part either
We stayed together
But that's all we said.....................

VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS

The world seems to fall apart with eruptions
Eruptions of feelings
Eruptions of confusion
Eruptions of emotions
Eruptions of planes
Eruptions of sand
Eruptions of fire
Eruptions of gas
Eruptions of glass
Eruptions of hot melting lava

The earth is furious with the inhabitant who live on it
The inhabitants who have been abusing the earth since the birth of the earth
The earth is furious
The earth is mad
The earth is made as hell
The earth is giving all its poison and its fury to the un-couth-uncivil inhabitant
The earth has been waiting for the man to calm down
The earth has been waiting for the man to stop the aggression
The earth has been waiting for the man's respect

But that was a big mistake
The waiting for respect
The man doesn't respect himself
How can he respect the mother earth?
He doesn't respect his mother either....
The man doesn't respect any one
The man eats
Farts
Shit
Have war with the week
Destroy their land
Destroy their crop
Destroy their lives
The man ruins the things which grow out of earh
The man ruins the flowers
The ruins the fruit
Thre man ruins the trees
The man ruins the gardens
The man ruins the bridges
The man ruins the grass
The man ruins everything
The earth has been waiting and waiting patiently for ever

Now the earth can't take it any more
Too much abuse
Far too much abuse
Now the earth decided to take an action
The earth decided to spit out some lava...hot melting lava
The lave spitting out the fires up in the sky
The fires turning into ash and gas
The ash and gas getting into the eyes of the animals
The ash getting on the farm
The ash getting on the roads
The ash in the sky in the way of the jet stream.....
Now the man is stranded
Now the man is stranded across the oceans
Now the man can't use his free will to move around
Now the man can't use his regular means of abuse
The man can't drop the bomb right now
The man can't fly
The man is stranded across the occeans
The man can't drop the bomb right now
The man can't kill right now
The man is stranded...
Now the poor and week nations have to wait a bit longer to be killed
God gave them a few more days to live.....
The man is stranded
The man can't cross the oceans......
The lava has taken place of that man
The ash has spread like fire
The ash is revenge of the dead
The innocent dead...
The man has to wake up
The man has to stop his abuse
The man is unhappy
The man is frustrated
The man is loosing money
The profit is being affected
The man is getting angry at the ash
But the ash is angrier....
The ash is not stopping
There are eruptions of volcanos
The man is stranded
But not awake yet
The man will take its revenge
The man will make up for that lost profit
The man will drop bombs on another weeker nation after the volcano settles
The man will steal the treasury of the weeker nations to make up for the lost profit
The man willl come up with something.....
The man is aggressive
The earth is angry
The man is strandeed across the oceans
The earth won't let go till the man learns
Will the man learn?
What a silly question....
The silly questions don't have answers.

AN INCREDIBLE LIFE IN A CORNER

I saw a spider in a dusty corner of the room
The spider was stuck
The web of the spider was thick and complicated
The spider's web was illuminted by the lamp on table
The struggle of the spider was evident
The legs of the spider were all entangled
The limbs of the spider were twisted
The body of the spider was in a contortion
If the spider escaped, perhaps it will die without the web
Perhaps the spider will fly away....
Do spiders fly?

Fly away little spider, fly away...that
More sophisticated than that
Fly away little spider...
Go explore the world
The world is big
How come you got stuck in this must corner
Damp and must and dirty and dusty....
Where do you come from?
Where did you want to go before you got into this little corner?
How did you get stuck here?
Where is your home?
For sure not this filthy corner
Why are you here?
What's the purpose of your life?
Where are your loved ones?
How come you are all alone by yourself?

You seem more elegant than that
More delicate than
Mote fragile
More precious
Why are you in this corner?
What's your ambition in life?
No ambition?
Oh! That's so sad....
Everyone has ambitioons
Even spiders
What is life without an ambition....
Spiders must have a mother
A father
Brothers
Sisters
Uncles
Aunts
Nephews
Nieces
A home
Where is your home you little spider?
What happened to your loved ones?
Please get out of this corner
Fly away little spider
Fly away
You can still fly away
You don't need the jumbo jet
The jets are not flying right now anyway....
The volcanos are erupting...
The skyies are engulfed in ash
The ash of the volcano....
But no ash of any volcano can get into your engines
Your engines are made of your tiny wings
Your wings will take you all over the word and no fibre glass, no sleet, no ash will bother you...
You are not a machine
You are a bird
A human being
A bird with wings and soul and heart and a mind
You can leave this corner and go far away
You don't need the naval ships to transport you across the sea
You can cross Calais and go to Dover with your tiny wings....
Go spider go...
Fly away from this dusty corner...
This corner is not meant for you....
No, not for you,,,
You are too beautiful for this corner...
You belong to the sky
Not to a dusty corner of a dusty room....
You will reach Dover faster than all the planes and ships and trains
God gave you wings and you got stuck in this corner....
That's sad.....
So sad....
Get away from all corners and fly away dear spider...fly away....

WHAT A MESS!

Its been nothing but mess
Mess of every kind
Mess in my house
Mess in my work
Mess in my life
Increased and increased....
Mess, mess, mess
Nothing but mess
All days gone by
All months gone by
All years gone by
All life gone by
But mess never decreased

Mess increased instead
Mess, mess, mess
Everywhere
The more I want to get out of it the more I get into it
Mess has taken over everything else
Its a vicious circle I can't get out of
I can't....
No, I can't....
I tried
Hard enough?
Maybe not hard enough
Maybe not....
But the mess is immense
All kinds of mess
Books are messy
Clothes are messy
The pots are messy
The pans are messy
The floors are messy
The furniture is messy
The windows are messy
The doors are messy
THE LOCKS ARE MESSY
THE MIND IS MESSY
THE VOLCANIC LAVA IS GONE INSIDE OF EVERYTHING PRECIOUS
ALL PORTRALS ARE NOW COMPLETELY BLOCKED.

ITS BEEN A WHILE

Its been a while that the happiness came to visit
Its been a while that laughter was a guest
Its been a while that I heard from the loved ones
Its been a while that any one came to visit other than the ,"Cough"

"Cough" came and stayed and stayed and stayed
A fish and cough starts to smell pretty soon
I told the,"Cough" "You are smelling now"
"You stink now"
"You should go away..far away..far, far away"
But the cough likes me
Cough likes me a lot
And told me, "Honey I am staying and I am staying and staying"
"I am an occupying power" The cough said
"Y0u are familiar with the occupying powers, aren't you?"
"Once they come inside the land, its difficult for them to leave"

"Its nice and warm inside your throat"
"I am very comfortable in here here"
"I am not a fool, why should I leave warm and comfortable lodging?"
'In fact I am so comfortable in here that I am going to invite my relatives such as,
"Sputum" "Fever" "Aches and pains" "Ill health" "Depression and melancholia"
"More cough" "More sore throat" "More depression and lack of will to live"
"They will all love your throat so much and I will have such nice company. We will all cough all night and make you toss and turn and be miserable and we will cough some more and keep you awake and un-happy all night so you could sleep all day and miss all the sunshine which will make you more un-happy and cough more and thats how we like it...we like to make the owner
of the land which is your throat right now very un-happy. That's the function of the occupiers. They make the occupied very un-happy...so why don't you get it once and for all...we are here to make you cough and cough and cough and be very very unhappy and misery stricken soul for a long time to come...so why don't you just take a long breath and start your day's work, cough now, start now...start to cough honey...start I said, "COUGH"

DOING AND NOT DOING

THINKING AND NEVER DOING

Once the birds left their nest

They just thought of going back

They thought and thought every day

"But when?"

"When would be back?"

The birds asks themselves

'When we achieve something, for which we flew so far away."

'When we achieve what we came here to achieve, than we will fly back."

But they never knew what they came here to achieve

So they never achieved

And they never went back

And it was too late

And the nest was broken

The nest was destroyed

The nest was eliminated

The new buildings took over the nest

The childhood was demolished

And all the memories turned into ashes

And the ashes flew

The sky was dusty

The visibility was nil

The birds smelled the smell of childhood

Once in a while

With remorse and sorrow and sadness and grief

But they never could go back

But the grief came to them

The regret came to them

The mistake they made so long time ago

Came to them, "Wrapped." in the dust of demolition

Demolition of the ,"Childhood," came to them flying

And caught them by surprise

Now the smell of childhood wanted to stay with them forever

But the smell had, "Pain" in it

They wanted to shun that,"Pain."

But kept thinking about it

About shunning it away

The "Pain." of a memory of childhood

In these lands where they flew to

There was o childhood to be found

Not their childhood for sure

They were not from these lands

They left their childhood behind

How are they going to find it here?

That was a stupid search

But they kept searching that stupid search

Though they were not stupid birds

They kept thinking of the search of the nest

Without ever taking and action

Without ever, "Doing."

They kept thinking

Though they were intelligent birds

They were not sensible

If they were sensible

They wouldn't leave their childhood behind

And if they did, they would go back to it............

Now there was no place to go back to

The nest was gone

The childhood was demolished

Now they kept smelling the,"Dust."

And died

Died without any achievement

The achievement they were looking for

without knowing what it was

But in the meantime they lost their childhood

And their life

They died in a land where there was no childhood to be found

At least not their childhood.............

They kept thinking about it

But they never found it

It wasn't here...............

No, it wasn't.................

EVEN.............

Even when the anguish comes

Even when the regret comes

Even when the remorse comes

Even when the sadness comes

Even when the pain comes

Even when you have no home

Even when you have no hope

Even when its the dark evening

Even when its the dark evening leading into the darkest possible night

Even when you can't sleep

Even when you don't like your body

Even when you don't like yourself

Even when no one else likes you

Even when you are no good at all

You must still continue

Continue the struggle of the soul

You must continue.....

To do

Whatever you do

Whatever you can do

Whatever is in your destiny to achieve

You must continue

Forget the last night

And its sudden doom

And gloom

Of no reason, of no motivation, of no consequence

Go on and search

Search a good book

A good person

A poem

A sentence

A laugh

Search for a laugh

Laugh alone if you have to

Just laugh a big loud laugh

Let them look at you

Who cares about them?

You must not

For sure you must not care for the others

The ,"OTHERS"

Destroyed you

Too much thought of an other

An Imaginary non present other....

There is no other but you

Just go on with you

You are that,"OTHER"

Go on with you

With all your remorse and regret and sadness and MISTAKES

Yes Mistakes

A lot of mistakes

What were you thinking?

Not thinking

Not thinking at all

That's more like it

But now you can't lie down just as a corpse

That day will come too

So before that happens

Move.....Forward a bit

Little by little, An inch by an inch...

Beside all that you have to get up and start from one end of the peoblem

To the other end of it

Its nothing but the problem.....

"Make the best of it, not the worst of it." Like Dickens said, in Hard Times