The epitome of inequality.
Frosting is distributed unevenly;
caked gloriously on some,
depressingly absent on others.
Anger and frustration mount
each time a claw raises
uncoated multi-grains to my mouth.
But each time my grasp
manages to find
a sterling white mini-wheat,
I remember why
I put up with all the ****.

But the question beckons,
whether or not
the absence of imperfections
would lessen the resonance
of the frosty treats
to my oral senses.

Lying beneath the earth's realm
Inside a wooden box
No vision is seen
A wasted present is pondering
For I was simple
But plain as the rising sun
On uncoated slab
Till this day come forth
I will be a legend
To a group whom decided
Hanging me
Was the best way to die
How can a noose free my spirit?

Letter to my Deer
Thunder Bay, On
13th of June, 2013

My Dear,

I have been thinking for a long time about writing this letter to you. Only, every time I enter the writing room I feel how words abandon me into the hands of past memories. I feel deserted in front of still uncoated paper, and titanium pen waiting and waiting for the battle of my feelings.

I hope you understand and forgive me!
Since I left, much has been changed in my life.

Today,
I sit here in silence and wonder if it will rain.
The sunlight scattered in all directions
and clouds piled up covering the sky with a foggy blanket.

I sit quietly here
and watch how vapours are competing on my pale skin
for the arid spot to get in.

I hope it will start raining soon,
As it has been dry and hot since the new moon.

You know I always delighted in
touching fresh black soil with my eager hands
moving through its richness and leaf blades.

If aunty Larisa didn’t tell you,
I let you know, I moved inland and planted a garth.
I work hard from morning till night
being fond of every little progress,
at sunrise, I put up my sleeves,
spray the roses, and pull the weeds,
sensing the presence of a lost wind,
and watching how the greenwood
guards as an unnoticed hero.
It is soothing and comforting.

I even had a dream one night,
How the garden was in full bloom
waiting for you to come soon,
You were driven by grace
coming from a forest’s place,
the sun showed its shiny teeth,
and my heart froze when thee
gently leaned and smelled the rose,
as if you didn’t want to steal forest’s piece,
selflessly giving all of your attention
to the invisible fragrance.

Still in my dream,
Next spring I planted some chiefs,

I hope to hear from you soon,
My Deer,

The Gardener

Hanging up there like an over ripe grape, ready to fall

O! stop trying to burn my eyelids

Before you calm your nerves

from this uncontrollable anger eating you up, giving you a bad name?

Keep your ears attentive while I school you about good behaviour

Bad temperament is not good for your health, and you know it

See how my blood complains of high temperature, crying in loud

silence, while you fry my bones

My skin suffers from corrosion like an uncoated steel

licking water  from the prying dews

Your entangling claws

have made a million holes on my coveralls,

tearing off my flesh with your dead conscience ,

While I scurry home to escape your dreadful wrath