Thursday 31 May 2012

Down There with You...2012

I asked Him
where were you when...

It was dark and damp
down there
 in total obscurity
a black veil covering 
my sight, separating me, us...

No Light
no human touch
no compassionate
you ask of me mercy
you leave me down there
in the abyss
of foreign hands
of sticks, stones
of fire surging from dragons mouths
lacerating my body
my soul

No Light
just a cell
with my back 
against a cold indifferent wall
I reach out 
another cold hard wall
my breath constricted
unable to inhale, exhale
fear, the stone in my stomach
my only food
my only nourishment
day and night
day became night
and night became day
falling into a long night
the Layl of my being.

I said to you 
fine take me 
You wanted surrender
and I did
the animal
beaten into submission
tamed into silence
the silence of death

For I died
a thousand times,
tears, reminded me of
of water 
of out there
rivers, where people sit by their banks
laughing, hugging
sea shores where cool breeze
caresses the  hair
streams that
bare feet playfully tease
rain, when it hits my window 
snow and icebergs
where my tears froze in waiting
water of baths that purify
water that quenches
on hot summer days
the water of life
flowing in my tear...

Stuck, a prisoner
in a dry dark well
an abandoned Joseph
an outcast
the scorn and envy of others
dumped in a well
out of sight
days, months, years passed
and you left me there
in an infinite moment
praying for rain
eating earth
and bitter, caustic venom
in a place
with no life
and no death

I cried out 
as I cried out 
So where were You when...

I waited
defiant, challenging minutes
challenging the silence
of an Eternity
I waited just like I waited 
in that cell
in that well
where dreams were forbidden
where wounds sang soothing lullabies
rocking me 
in sleepless nights

I repeated the question
demanding, requesting, a reply
So where were You when... 
as if this is was your last chance to prove
as if this was our final goodbye
before we part ways
before I turn my back
before I walk out...

So where were You 

"I was down there with you "
you gently said.

The Layl of my Being  May 2012.

Wednesday 16 May 2012


Respect - what does it REALLY mean ?

Way too many use that word but don't really think about its meaning. Are there many types of respect, and if yes which ones. Is there a general respect and a particular respect ?  Is respect an a priori state or is it an earned trait ? Is respect culturally ideologically bound or is it an all encompassing concept regardless ?

People are quick to jump to their guns and give you a whole verbal diarrhea  of what respect means...I think it is time to really stop and reconsider the definitions and redefinitions of respect.

Can you respect a thief, a liar, a manipulator, an embezzler, a crook, a torturer, a rapist, a thug, a killer  --- is there anything about what they say or do worthy of respect ?

Can  you respect a racist, a misogynist ?

Can you respect nations that pillage, plunder, destroy, devastate ?

Are the above categories worthy of respect ?

Can a transgressor be respected ?

If you are to respect the right to life ...then those who take away the right to life are not worthy of respect.

Opinions : people say you are to respect people's opinions. What does that mean - respect people's opinions. People are entitled to their opinions, I may or may not respect the content of their opinions. People say you are to respect people's life styles and choices. People are entitled to choose their life styles, I don't see why am obligated to respect that.

People confuse respect with tolerance. One can tolerate without necessarily respecting.  But then again what is tolerable and what is not, what is acceptable and what is not. Aren't these notions again, culturally, politically bound to a particular time and context ?. Of course they are.

I just think that respect, tolerance, acceptance are not as black and white as people like to believe they are.  The instant take away discourse wants you to believe it is so, mass production of words that are in vogue. Reality of meanings is a different story.