poem

The Insanity Land

I have witnessed many characters

I have talked to many

I have read their faces

Read their minds

And understood their souls

 

But it happens very rarely

That some of those

Leave a piece of them behind

For you to cherish and hold

For an eternity, probably longer

 

These are the ones

Who are probably more hurt

More cheerful

More experienced

And even more cruel

Than most of us.

 

The pieces left behind

Can change the life

The point of view

The sense of knowing things

And the reader itself

 

Me… Oh yes!!…

I’ve read a lot of pages

Pages that make a book

Pages that make autobiographies

Pages that make a course

Pages that make a novel

 

Somehow all of those

All the pages, novels combined

Have changed the way act

Have blurred the lines

 

To identify the difference

The exact contrast

Of what is black

And what is white

They left me in the grey area

 

The grey area….

Hard to explain really

Nothing makes much sense

Conflict at every point

Awesome and confusing both

 

Choosing between sanity

And what they call insanity

Both playing tug-of-war

With the little brain of mine

Uhh!!… So exhausting

 

I still remember though

That remarkable moment

That precise hour

The exact minute

And even the second

 

I crossed that arbitrary line

And ended up in

The Insanity Land

Just so overwhelming

Most beautiful place ever

 

I really want to tell you

How i felt being there

Not pretending

So many characters showing up

In my mind..

At very odd moments

 

But it’s just difficult

The tale can’t be told

It’s the one

To be experienced

To be lived

 

To be…..

Oooh!!!…. Cookie….

 

~K

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poem

The Verdict

One night in my room

With the table, the chair

And my massive looming shadow

I was there….

Not sitting not lying

Not sleeping not awake

Just….there

Absolutely shaken by the day’s events

 

One night in my room

Sitting under the table

Hiding…from someone

Who committed a heinous crime

Of ripping her soul out

Then throwing her away

Like a piece of crap

Like she was nobody

 

Everybody knew what they did

Everybody raised their voices

They did a candle march

They did everything

That they had in power

 

It has been three years

And the accused still breathe

One of them out in the open

Living his life

Just because he was not of age

 

Had lost all hope

The candle about to go out

Darkness was taking over

Slowly pacing towards me

Total silence in the streets

Everyone hoping

While my lamp was going out

 

A storm about to start it seems

Mild winds blowing

Whistling their way into the houses

Into minds… Into eyes

 

But somehow I think

They are not here

To blow out the sparks of hope

But they are here to encourage them

To glow even brighter

 

The same winds came to me

They brought a note

That flew in through my window

It said something that lifted my spirits

To go on and not give up

 

“The verdict has come”

It said…

“The ones who have committed

Shall pay for their sins”

 

I came out from beneath

The table I was hiding

The looming shadow was not quite

It was mine again

 

As I came out

To enjoy the fresh air

I was me again

As i was ensured

That justice is served

It might take some time

To be prepared

But at least it’s there..

Just there…

~K