Saju Abraham

There's a corner in my soul that I call my own,
That I turn to when I'm faced with hamlet's dilemma,
That signals when I'm at the crossroads,
That leads me by hand when I'm lost.
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He was writing his sermon.
He'd locked his room.
He wanted none to break his thoughts.
No one would ever disturb him.
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Why did you tear me off you,
When you knew I’d die without you?
I promised you peaceful sleep,
But you wouldn't hear me.
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His camouflage struck me the most,
As he lay with his face down,
In a river of murky water,
Murkier by his blood.
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He'd sit on that quiet cold concrete chair
In the playful park,
Would leave when the last child left,
Sipped constantly from the bottle in his pocket,
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I held your bloodied face in my hands,
Placed it in my bosom,
First time I found peace with you.
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Ten year old two feet monster head;
a fifteen year old with his tongue
popping out of his mouth;
A thirty year old woman,
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Mountains always stay distant,
may be the ego in their height.
Oceans always seem so lonely,
may be from its depth and vastness.
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Is life being born?
Is it going to school?
Is it having friends?
Is it being in love?
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She was agony personified,
Wrinkled blackened skin,
Broken teeth and knotted hair,
A baggage of pain on her shoulders,
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It’s a cruel cold world
You and I shrugged aside
You don’t sing their tune
You don’t fit the garb
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It was a time we were young,
love was fleeting glances,
a chance touch that left us breathless,
warm letters and sweaters for winter,
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It was a time we were full of life.
I recall our take on death.
I was one of the parish pallbearers.
Pallbearers then was a paid service;
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Rain drops fell on sand
And scattered like beads of pearls
Off a laced garland
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In the womb mother's diet of everything,
Food, gods, manners, music;
Infancy they spoon feed everything,
Even your sleep is decided for you,
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A kiss on the forehead
Triggers the trip down ecstasy lane

The two become the sculptor and the sculpture
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Even as you garner points after points
Your opponent draws a blank
Wouldn't your conscience spare him a point?
Then what of the Invincible?
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Days of dictators are counted
They are sweating under their attire
Paying the price for denying freedom
People are prepared for any price
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For an hour of disciplined session
A young mind you rape
And his thoughts you cripple
It’s your rights versus their lives
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I entered my home with indecision
Like a Palestinian in Palestine
A gypsy itching to dismantle his tent
A migrant fowl awaiting the season
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