Life of Pi on DeviantART (click pictures for links)
At the tender age of -1
my (then) malleable tongue
joined the language of my homeland
and the language of my birth land
in an unbreakable union
that not even years
of swinging back and forth
like a crazed pendulum
could dissolveLike an old, married couple
they still finish each other’s sentences
and drive me insane
with their refusal to part
from each other’s companyWith self-satisfied smiles
they sit back
hand in hand
and watch me
fruitlessly struggle, trip, and stumble
over sentences meant to be sung solo
and not in a duet
Jaw-droppingly beautiful work by Thai photographer Weerapong Chaipuck
TV never made me cry
till the day I came home from school
red and blue backpack still hanging from my shoulders
and saw you lying on the ground of our dusty 21 inch screen
slumped in your father’s disbelieving arms
dead.Your murder would not
fit into the realm of
my 11 year old comprehensionYour murder would not
fit among my school books,
childish fantasies, the fight I had
with my friend the day beforeI couldn’t understand the tears
that wet my cheeks
and stained the front of Mama’s blouse
when she held me to her
and gently stroked my hairTV never made me cry
till the day you died,
Muhammad al-DurrahRest in peace, my brother
Mind bobbing
in between
consciousness
and
sleep,
my lips forget
to filter my messy
thoughts.It’s probably
the only time
when i’m wholly
and unabashedly
honest.