witha deep sigh
deeper in the darkness of this evening
one must simply accept that everything is uncertain
you just don’t know what happens next
what you predict does not fulfill itself
some things remain amiss and some people remain
lost in the labyrinths of some kind of depression.
i keep saying, enjoy the night, keep those drinks
and conversations alive for tomorrow we are not sure
anymore about the brightness of a day
about the predictability of a noon day rest.
a classmate is in prison serving his libel sentence
he is luckier compared to another one whose body turned to
shreds after that bombing
he is luckier having died rather than another one still
suffering from cancer
and he is still luckier compared to the other one
who is still missing and never yet found.
God knows these all.
Tonight a woman is thirsty basking her warm body under the
moon.
Tonight another man wants to take revenge about the baseless
accusations against him.
Tonight another one fears for the truth of his wrongdoing.
Always thinking that a smoke cannot stay in the kitchen forever.
There is always an opening for it to go to the sky for you to see
how it must fly and then fade away hoping that it can be forgotten,
which is not really the fact.
Oh the Furies are here and Orpheus is rising
and Hercules is weakened and Gaia is in too much worrying.
Oh the Furies are here with their long blaming hairs
asking for the real names of the culprits.
Oedipus had taken away his eyes. His daughter is loyal
to the tenets of the gods.
His mother had thrown away the brooch buried it to the
cadaver of her king.
Tonight, the stars have not aligned in my favor.
The planets scattered, and so i must confess i am confused
but i must sleep a bit
otherwise, i too would be dead and whether luckier or not
it remains to be seen by another
fainthearted writer.
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