KEEP QUIET by Shika Budhoo
STOP! Listen to the sound of sincere slow silence
Breaking the barriers of the boundaries
Unlike any escape evading the eaves of your ears
It crashes the core of all communication
Perfectly put points pressing the words pouring in your mind
Potential passed to take the the talk forward
Draped like daisies drooping into dry grass
Greener pastures given a gash in the gut
Sincere slow silence seems never focused on
Always aptly applied as a passing pressure pressing past time
Furnished for a filled future of feeling
Getting greater
Gigantically growing from gale gusts
Swishing and swirling surrounding your veins
Its Silence: the villian of very important conversation
Sincere slow silence is knowing not to need enough
Settling with what the world wishes we would say
Speaking sporadically with breaks of boundless silence
Segregating our sanity; a
Silence so empty of sound
Full of fulfilling thoughts as they are
Unspoken
Not allowed ALOUD
Sincere slow silence forged with futile feeling
Interesting enough in order to insist its importance
Constantly knowing the terrorizing truth of thorough thought
Silence is not as bad as we think it to be
Its the craving for continous conversation to course through our conscious.
Sshhhhh
KEEP QUIET!
Rain Dance
I sit and watch the whirlwind embrace me.
I am at the centre of the storm.
I wish I were blind, but I am only ignorant
And not for long!
Dust drifting past my closed eyes
But I wont let it in, cos it hurts.
My feet are planted firmly on the ground
After an earthquake.
My heart is displaced, my mind repressed.
I grip my fingers tightly, grabbing air,
as they float over my head and i stretch to the sky
It has grown dark,
My muscles have collapsed, but they stretch,
they flex,
they are sore.
I saw the storm coming.
I felt it in my blood.
My bones ached with its onset.
The hair on my body fell off.
My skin is sore, as if it were plucked off me
I saw it coming.
I am the centre of it.
The rain wont come now, dont wait for a rainbow.
It is a dry storm, a wind storm
No torrential blessings, those days have passed
I am the centre of the storm.
I must now make my own blessing
I must open my eyes and see
I must watch, I must not wait
The time for waiting is passed.
I must take action before debate,
before its too late.
Dance. Rain Dance. Let it come...
*EYES CLOSED By Shika Budhoo
How often have you kissed someone and known that it was fate
Your souls not close, but close enough
Knowing no hate
How often have you closed your eyes and breathed someone completely in
Their scent, their sweat:
Longing for your skin
How often have you met someone who stares completely into your eyes
A stare so long, A force so strong
Its hard to look away
How often do you close your eyes to feel that persons kiss
That moment of pure BLISS*
MOMENTARY BLISS FOREVER by Shika Budhoo
To see a lifetime in the utter of one word
in the beat of one heart
In one filtering image
Pressing the pulse
Pausing the position
A thoughtless smile
Straight from the heart
Gripping tension
Tightening your grip on the world
Illusion
Delusion
Seclusion
The connection broken by continuous corruption
Confusion
FUSION
To make love in a look
And to feel love in the blink of and eye
A twitching eye
Something your heart can hold on to
A promise
Tacitly agreed
Greed for more
Satisfaction with no more
No more truth
No more lies
Contact
Act
Goodbye!
PROTECT THE INNOCENCE by Shika Budhoo
Flower Petals and Pretty dresses
Wonderful White Vanilla
Curly locks of Springtime fortune
A first glance window
Looking into tomorrows promise
Jumping Jacks
Carefree
Worry
A History
Can't you see?
Sarcasm
Wit
Fallacies
Drifting on a breeze
Over the seas
An oceans pool
Jellyfishes
Swimming fast
1 million wishes!
1 000 001 wishes!
MEMBRANE n. a layer of connective tissue round organ; lining cavity etc. in living organism
by Shika Budhoo
Its part of me, my lining
Its the outer part of me
That you can't see
It connects whats inside to the surface
It is the surface of something
Protection: its purpose
Although from on top,
it remains hidden even to me
A hidden passageway even I can't see
Allowing some in, and excluding others
Selectively Permeable
Selectively able
I can feel it, but cannot see it
I know it is there, never doubt its existence
All functions well until I start to question
All functions stop, you'll start to question
Past present future
I'm unaware of my tense
Yesterday now tomorrow
It is the connective tissue between them all
Lining, surrounding
Protecting
Helping without effort
Port to Port
Place to Place
Trying to see it, feel it, touch it
Its all too much to face
If I'm meant to keep at this pace.
