love #5

two disoriented voyagers
in the fluctuating time-space continuum.

propelled by their heartbeats
smashed into smithereens
and shaped back.

emasculated by the centrifuge of the anticipation.

in a varicose agony
and a fettering impatience.

yet asunder.

praying to the gravity,
to revamp the attraction.

hereafter to implode
into singularity.

memento #5

it took a few thousand years
to this pebble end up on the shore,
today, underneath my foot.

I was walking along the shore of Northern Long Island.

my son was following me, collecting some broken seashells,
and throwing rocks back to oblivion
of another couple of thousands years.

they were washed to the shore,
by the musing ocean.
I was musing too, about that small pebble,
that I nonchalantly shook off my shoe.

the plastic container in my hand, was almost
filled up to the top, with the treasure,
that my son collected on the shore.

ocean didn’t care much, about us.
we were similar to the
clams, oysters, horseshoe crabs and other dead creatures,
that my son found on the beach.

just specs.

the lifeguards left at five, but people were still
swimming.

as
there is always a sun
above the thickest
clouds,
so
there are always
particles of light
in the darkest
souls.

but it is generally
a painful
experience of
making a chink
and letting
the light
out.

and quite often
we don’t have the guts
to take this
dare.

in the endeavor to subdue
the darkness inside,
you found the source
of the external light.

but when you point this light
directly into your eyes,
the surrounding gloom
is getting viciously thicker.

he scooped
some ashes from the ground

then said
I will build a machine
to apply some pressure to make
a diamond
out of ashes
out of carbon

(precious)

many diamonds
too many

they will shine
under the sun

but the soul?