Predator killed wife;
Long back, he killed mother too;
Earth is no garden

Squirrel, at window,
Fearful of the heavy rain;
I, fearful of both.

At every sunset
A long queue for the burger;
The stomach is damaged.

Someone is knocking,
The old familiar friend; oh,
My Christmas welcome

Newspaper again?
The harbinger of sadness;
Don't get in, get lost

Bombs, best medicine,
Pours into hospitals and
The richest thank God

Hunger and hunger,
Roams in every lane, crying;
Israil claims victory

a Proustian quest for original wonder gets illuminated among pine, olive, palm trees
the eye needs delicacy and moderation to grasp the breeze of thoughts
is it the soul or an architect of joy who blends the harmonies in a pointilist smile on my face
an atmospheric fluidity in my hands between land, sea and light

I must get down to the injured,
Groaning , but unheard of in the cacophony of vehicles,
And waisted in stony-heart men,
Who, like ******, let the blood ooze out
And brush away the whining.

I must get down to my little son,
Waiting at the school gate,
And I, like a crazy father,
Can't help stopping to receive him.

I must get down to the maimed,
And that's the work of a prophet,
And forget my son, and I know
A little bit wait will make him
What I'm today with this man

I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.

I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.

It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning, heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of Zen.
Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?

At first I scrubbed on my hands and knees.
The floors are soft in heaven, like golden gym mats.
Then I thought of it, and suddenly I had a swiffer-wet mop,
just like that - and the pad never wore out.

After a while, I had an iPod, and AirPods too.
Then a daiquiri - a banana daiquiri with a pastel rainbow umbrella.
They make rapturous daiquiris in the hereafter - they never run out.
‘Heavenly,’ I thought, snorting out a dizzy laugh.
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Songs for this:
The River of Dreams Billy Joel
If the Lord Wasn't Walking By My Side by Elvis Presley