Monday, September 19, 2011

TINA

LIFE! AN AIR TIGHT CONTAINER.
MULTIPLE FRACTURES FROM HEART-BREAKS,
SHE GREW THINNER.
 
WITH FLICKERING HOPE'S RAY, SHE SEARCHED
WITH HER CRACKED HEART FOR HER MALTINA.

"I NEVER ONCE HAD IT ALL, NEITHER DID I GET IT RIGHT
THE FIRST TIME.
 
3 BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS AND MY MOST ADORABLE PRINCE;
THE PRESIDENT ELECT OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY.

I WAS AND STILL AM... TINA"

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

YET SHE STILL WAITS


She walks out with her crying baby. Shuts the door
quietly not to awake her tired husband.

Raising her blouse to breast-feed her crying baby,
she noticed she couldn't feel her palms.
Hurting blisters from the previous night in a bid to
have dinner set for her husband.

Tears flowed down her cheeks freely in sad memories
few hours back. She tries to wipe her tears but for her
swollen face from the blows of her drunken husband.

Backing her fast sleeping baby, it was few hours to dawn.
While boiling water for her husband to take his bath,
breakfast was packed, clothing well ironed and shoes
reflecting the halo from the candle flames.

Not a single word of appreciation nor a response to her goodbye.
Weeks, months, years... Yet she still stays

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

RIPPED FLESH

We both proceeded for the final hearing and the verdict was passed.

Having so much wealth that could purchase an island, we figured it was best for us to go ahead with the operation.

Experts advised about our chances of survival, still she clung unto Pride and I got myself Ego as my mistress.

Tip! Tip! Tip! where the remaining drops from the earlier profuse flow. Gasping for air, we grew pale from the blood loss of our RIPPED FLESH. 

Barely could a third party hear our dying words. Prestige, Power, Position, Politics, People, even Prosperity could offer no help as her Pride and my Ego laughed us to scorn.

Grief, Agony, Emptiness, Shame, Groan, Bitterness, Hurt, Regret, and so much more where included in the papers but we were too hasty to give the papers a thorough scrutiny.

Taking my final breath, I recalled from the sermon on that faithful day... "I hate the violent dismembering of the  ONE FLESH of marriage".