I'm leaving for prayers.
I wear the other footwear,
Lest the new ones be robbed.
I'm leaving for prayers,
I wear the neglected shirt,
I don't want to be begged from.
I'm done with my prayers,
An invalid greets me.
His lips praise the Almighty,
But his hands ask from me.
I contemplate my reflection.
I am not me. No.
I am a student-measured by grades.
I am a pin up-measured by age.
I am a trophy-measured by riches.
I am not me.No.
Numbers define me.
A travesty of me; A plunge in faith.
- Mairaj Zindran
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
A Chance Encounter
Angela an actress.
5 years, 3 husbands, 2 divorces, a $4m alimony.
Vic a baseball card collector.
The last hot dinner 5 months ago.
The current boyfriend 9 years her junior.
Just signed up for Pulp Fiction 2.
He wrestled in back alleys - $15 guaranteed.
Most spent on baseball cards and broken limbs.
She wrecked his enfield.
Was booked for DUI.
Oh. She wrecked the enfield with him on it.
Ouch another broken rib.
3 months 2 weeks 3days 4 hours.
Time for a courtesy visit - courtesy AA rehab.
She went to him.
Flowers and all.
Her fragrance was Escada.
Floored him like nothing else.
She's now with husband number 4.
Shelved - Pulp Fiction 2.
He's now worth $10000 a fight.
Most spent on Angela the wife.
-Mairaj Zindran
5 years, 3 husbands, 2 divorces, a $4m alimony.
Vic a baseball card collector.
The last hot dinner 5 months ago.
The current boyfriend 9 years her junior.
Just signed up for Pulp Fiction 2.
He wrestled in back alleys - $15 guaranteed.
Most spent on baseball cards and broken limbs.
She wrecked his enfield.
Was booked for DUI.
Oh. She wrecked the enfield with him on it.
Ouch another broken rib.
3 months 2 weeks 3days 4 hours.
Time for a courtesy visit - courtesy AA rehab.
She went to him.
Flowers and all.
Her fragrance was Escada.
Floored him like nothing else.
She's now with husband number 4.
Shelved - Pulp Fiction 2.
He's now worth $10000 a fight.
Most spent on Angela the wife.
-Mairaj Zindran
Friday, September 08, 2006
Please
I've just had a moment.
Whether of clarity or darkness, I dont know.
My perspective has changed.
Someday I'll be old.
With fading eyesight, a broken body, a tattered soul.
Pick me when I'm young.
Please.
Whether of clarity or darkness, I dont know.
My perspective has changed.
Someday I'll be old.
With fading eyesight, a broken body, a tattered soul.
Pick me when I'm young.
Please.
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