Damn! Who’s that knocking on the Door?


When I go to sleep
with Migraine gripping the
left side of my brain,
I fight giants
ride dirt bikes
Jump off from cliffs
and forget opening Parachutes.

I shoot James Bond.
Battle humanoids.
Fly futuristic spaceships and
warp in to a distant galaxy.

My paintings adorn Louvre
and I ski down from the
Pyramid of Khusu.
I dance with Michael Jackson
and steal diamonds from
the British Museum.
I have men waiting outside my
office with a box
containing Nuclear Launch Codes
strapped to their wrist.
The Police forces of 11 countries are
after me.

I travel back in time
and resist Alexanders’ Invasion.
I made the continents drift apart
after breaking them into pieces
with an axe.

I travel forward in time
and….

Damn!
Who’s that knocking on the door?

- Manu

 

 

No More…


DSCF4836There is nothing to write
except for the barren words
and the work.
The inkpots have gone dry.
Cleaning up the cabinet
searching for
some old papers
has made my hands dirty.
The white paper has become
yellow.
My thumb hurts.
My mind yearns for an
untimely rain, though
the clouds
refuse to pour down.

Today, I walk one step more
to closing the diary
and
banishing the thoughts.