Spilled Milk

i.

i walked; people stared,

i stared back at those

with crumbling homes,

rotten habits and defiance

among the dewy-eyed.

ii.

i walked,

imitable power pumps

the gullible, the soft mould

into a mere impression

of our shadows.

no one is recognised.

iii.

i walked,

with bottomless revelations

of human exploration,

had our angsts carried

inside of suitcases

and erroneous decisions

inside of unzipped backpacks.

let there be traces

of us.

iv.

i walked,

repetitive in circles.

thoughts collides

with our turmoil of emotions.

like an implacable tsunami

that will wipe out the infrastructure

of our rationality.

animals, as we had always been.

v.

i stopped,

too exhausted

to extinguish the flame

of yesterday’s havoc.

to scream in silent agony

is to simply yawn

and let slumber turn off

my conscience, my sense of time

and everything that makes me human.

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To Make a Human

the cauldron fizzled and the steam arose,

blisters, weighing like thin air, began to float.

i gathered up ingredients to soon meld a being,

it will become a grand masterpiece!

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for touches of shy and sweet spices,

sprinkle crystal-like sugar from sugar canes,

during the season of harvesting.

too much and a frenetic gets jumpy.

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for the heart’s warmth and empathy,

collect ashes- residues from the fireplace,

during the hours of a frigid twilight.

too much and the wrath will ablaze.

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for the sagacious mind to contemplate,

pile up milky strands of hair from hoary men

who immersed themselves with words.

too much and a cynic be bald.

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for the humour and jests to laugh upon,

bottle up bubbly chuckles from other humans

during a comedic feast or a carnival show.

too much and malice becomes their satire.

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i mingled all elements with a wooden spoon,

sang dulcet melodies for extra seasoning.

my mixture imploded with varied hues

composed of goodies to be fused.

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but all became flawed with a tiny mistake,

a thread of my hair- my flaws and weaknesses,

fell to the amalgam, a new colour formed,

i was in tears until a human was born.

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he emerged and his faint grin was first to be seen.

i threw away all thoughts of being a failure,

and realised, he too, is a fallible human.

then, a smile painted widely on my face,

“Perfect.”

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