It is not a secret

my daily prayers have being answered,
i guessed i've live long enough,
to see many colours and hear many sounds,
some are straight forward that i enjoy so much,
some are abstract that makes me wondering,
some are weird that i have to ask my friend,
so i pray to God to longer their lives as well,
for example they said that darkness is the colour of loneliness,
for example they said that emptiness is the sound that accompanying it
and night is what they produce,
and astoundingly, secret is what they tell,
night is usually when they cry, they cry a lot,
i guessed i've live long enough,
that i learn man does cry.

Sad is beautiful

I'm sad,
really sad,
about something that i want to keep it to myself,
so lets call it a secret,
like the woman
i saw on the highway,
either her face
or her body i can't recall,
neither her feeling
nor my emotion i can't forget,
as rain was pouring,
and my windshield was blurring,
then lightning was hitting,
and thunder accompanying without any sign of stopping,
the steady steps she took in the rain
described everything but explained nothing,
everyone notices,
but no one knows why

The cloth on the cloth line

i see them smile at me every morning,
the same familiar
white cloth diapers,
blue uniform,
shirt, trouser & pelikat
in their deteriorating colour,
hanging lively on the cloth line,
in orderly fashion,
resembling a mouth like figure,
that speaks about a baby,
about a loving mother,
about the sufferring of a caring father,
who works like a dog,
who can't afford what you can easily afford

and once a week,
a white school uniform joins the parade,
as usual it also smiles at me

clothes on the cloth line,
they speak a lot without voices,
in a peculiar language
that not everyone understand,
and yet truth is what they tell

Pretender

i switch on the light,
to guide me in the darkness ,
but it blinks instead,
tick, tack, tick, tack,
black & white,
black & white,
tick, tack, tick, tack
my eyes widen like an owl,
my heart beating fast like nearing death,
but there's nothing to be seen,
except something is really wrong,
with the way you smile,
sweet & poisonous,
all the time pretending

i switch off the blinking light,
and that is the end