Has It Always Been Like this?

“We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

© Paula Cortes

Has it always been like this?
Such silences seeped in between
Puzzled pause amidst breaths
Weaving of ways and means
What did you really say?
Layered hints seeped in between
Roaming in renewed realms 
Chasing pleasures she said
Has it always been like this?
Absurd demands seeped in between
Memories look so different now
As if seen from another time
Why are you not getting this?
Pure intent seems lost in between.

I dream my painting and I paint my dream.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.

― Sylvia Plath

© Iva Borisova

Am I chasing dreams in circles?
One ends another starts
Beginning after the end
I fancy many faces
Each peculiar than other
To live so many lives
Each different than another
Can I swim in all the oceans?
Not all at once, but
Maybe one at a time.

Yes I crave all of it
Lights sounds visuals and touches
No strings of times and spaces
Across the length and breadth
Height thickness contrast and bright
All of it runs in circles
Concentric and conjoined
Can I mill around them all?
Not all at once, but
Maybe one at a time.
 

Who Designed It?

“What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accomodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze? – The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of hundred, be smashed to bits; but, the hundredth time, will change the world.”
― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Does really,
really this world conspires
against all your gut
against all that you hold dear

may be
sometimes

who designed it ?
where it came from ?
was it designed that way ?
or it became over the time
to coerce all in to
patterns and standards
from where it came?
all the diktats
all the rules and rates

can we really forget
what is dear to us
follow another being's path?
or we make a niche.
 
 

In Search Of Reasons

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.
― Flannery O'Connor

One strange bearded priest
stared from far corner east
why get so lost in past ?
he seemed to ask, if only
to drink and forget at last
Stack all priorities up
one on another on top

Where's everyone off to ?

Priest turned to ask again
if everyone indeed in pain
where all these paths lead ?
he seemed to ask, think and see
each road if differently bleeds
can multiple faces be of help
layers on layers if are draped

Is this place a circus?
An enormous merry go round

After centuries of screening
Priest is still there staring
are those red sandstone eyes ?
As if it is trying,to say I've
seen it all, heard it all
still it stops and pries humanity
can it be saved
salvaged from depravity

Questions posed for answers
search is for reasons instead
For all the posed questions
Answers.

If Only One Could See

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot.

~Roman Payne 

So many lives one can see
Standing lone in some balcony
Each hole teeming with
lights, many lives of
varying intensity
something's amiss
If only one could see