Voyages set sail for an unfaltering feast of loneliness, everyone is alone and together at the same time on the ship of rust. The amicable hues of humanity are inexorable to survive as the waves turn black taking the ghastly shape of hidden Krakens. A gust of salty wind caresses the hairs of the captain who fears nothing for he is the child of the sea, some say he was born in its warm belly just to be abandoned on the shores. It is one of those few nights when the moon is no longer an instrument of love. A little light sometimes bridges the gap between sanity and death but we often do not notice this.
dark tempting waves hide
behind salty winds of fear,
come out now, die young.
A Haibun is a Tradional Japanese Poetry containing a prose and a haiku. There can be more than one prose and haiku.
Do you know even,
what darkness looks like?
it is when your home turns to dust
from sudden shellings
and you walk over bodies
of children,women and brave men
you once knew,blown up in syria,
the middle eastern sun even couldn’t outshine this obscured darkness
when your first flight out of country,
ends up with your body tattered in pieces,
dropping from 35,000 feet just,
because pro rebel russians felt showing how big their balls are,
and here you sit,
pleased in your well perfumed house
petting your cat,
while writing on your mac-book,
“the way he left me, I was confined to darkness”
I pity your darkness
but I hope you recover soon
from a weak heart
and delusions of insignificance
I do dread
the ghostly shadows
flinching and playing
with the mirrors
a new one every time,
they whisper in the dark
and laugh mockingly
behind my back
I do not get angry though,
they at least show what they are up to
unlike us who do the same,
but pretend to be angels
all the time.
even in the light.