LIKE A FOOL

Sitting at your safe spot everyday,
Every morning waking up to the same room,
You wonder, how long your heart can care for this agony.
And before it snaps,
How much more your soul can bend.
Letting yourself finally drown in the immaculate alchemy
of not knowing
Like a fool, you still ask, “When... but when will it end?”

It is all in your head but comforting isn't it?
Cause, it's a lie with grace,
A mum’s touch, a father’s song, five fingers stroking your face,
A familiar voice whispering in your ears...
“Ahh, love, I know it all, you want to scare your fears!”

But you lay back, letting “that song” stab you again,
Not seeing who caresses your hair,
And who cares for your pain,
And who wants to kiss that smile you pretend,
Like a fool,
Like a big fool, you still ask, “When... but when will it end?”

ZM

HONESTY-HONESTLY

The only thing I ask you 

Is to look into my eyes and demand

Every answer that is stabbing your sorrow.

Demand again and again,

And I will pour my heart out

Because I want to heal your pain...

ZM

WHY?

I saw a man couple of days ago who was standing under the pouring rain with his arms open to both sides and his face turned up towards the sky welcoming all the drops soaking his body. Others laughed at him and some called him crazy while passing hastily under their flimsy black umbrellas feeling protected and secure. 

The next day I have seen at least 10 of those umbrellas thrown on the side walk, all broken. 

We know there is no script to life for happiness and real love is born, and can only grow and live when there are no boundaries, yet we go back to playing our pre-designed roles in our lives scripted by us or for us. Why? 

ZM