Life

Blooming Brooming Building Rebuilding Or ruining . . . Trying, failing More failing And failing And succeeding . . . Progressing Regressing Or being stuck in between A ghost and a demon . . . Anxiety and stress Insecure and restless Or stream and moonlight Calm and confident . . . Life . . . Meaningful, meaningless Mindful, mindless Heartful, heartless Soulful, soulless Lustful, lustless Colorful, colorless Hateful, hateless Hurtful,…

Packing

Unpacking                       Packing Unpacking Packing                       Unpacking Packing All over again… Unpacking Shredding Tearing Folding Unfolding Keeping Throwing Packing Pieces of life In this house Full of memories That one feels forever attached to, Forever connected. Once again… Unpacking                       Packing Unpacking Packing                       Unpacking Packing                       Moving… ***

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Pigeonholing

I am multiple narratives Not just a single story Stop pigeonholing, Narrowing and cornering For I am the Milky Way The Pale Blue Dot The Ocean The Land The two-legged monster The red blood cell The atom Invisible Visible Listen to my silence Read my lips, not my words I will tell you my story My misery and my glory Love it or hate it I will go tell it…

New York City

The Beat of New York

Click Click Crick Crick Crack Crack Croak Croak Clack Clack Clock Clock The Beat The Heat The Feet The Meat The Feat The Beat of New York Crack Crack Click Click Clock Clock 24 Hours Sleepless Souls Trains Thoughts Freezing Dizzying Cold Ads Endless Sirens Fires Shots Hospitals Courts Guards Nerds Students Tourists Waiters Artists Janitors Merchants Restless Hustlers Smokers Preachers Bikers Countless Faces Homeless Millionaires Criminals Red Lights Raid…

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Heading Downtown

Am heading downtown on the number two train. A kid enters holding a chicken bone. His mother and siblings also jump in— A sister, who is older, perhaps ten, And a brother, who is little, maybe one. The kid himself is probably seven. They board at one hundred ten. We reach ninety five street. The kid has yet to give up his fried chicken bone. He sits next to a…

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Stop-and-Frisk

I did nothing wrong I broke no law I joined no gang Except I wore a hoodie And hid my black face in it As I walked to the train last night— For that I was stopped and frisked. Thanks to my color-hood; It got me profiled Though I did nothing wrong. But I will never stop wearing Neither my face nor my hoodie Let them stop-and-frisk me Again and…

Life Is Unpredictable

Once you are born, you can’t really control what will happen within the next microseconds of your existence or in twenty years from now. You can plan. You can be ambitious. You can dream. You can hope. You can imagine. You can have an overall picture. But you will never know what exactly will happen to you tomorrow, tonight, in five minutes, in thirty seconds, or in point two microsecond.…

The Charming PathMark Lady

The PathMark supermarket chain has branch stores mainly in New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania. And I am a frequent customer to the branch located close to where I live. There is another supermarket much closer, which opened recently, but I prefer PathMark because I am such a loyal customer thanks to the discounts and hot deals I get every now and then that prevent me from running away; in some days, I save almost ten…