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The silent choir

I died yesterday
but im still here
I didnt cross
Today, i watched as I lay infront of the alter
In a mahogany casket with white frills hanging from the side.
i was dressed in my peach dress with a flower in my hair
Mom knew how much i loved that dress.
There was noone in church,
noone sitting on the pews,
noone standing and crying over my coffin,
except for mom, she sat there
holding a hanky in her hand ,
The priest whispered something to her,
I couldnt hear, but she came towards me and kissed my head
the next ceremony started, and they moved my casket away.
i was ‘put aside’
unimportant, scratched, worn out,
i was noone.
Just a body lying in a beautiful casket.
HE looked so heavenly and peaceful
the entire town had shown up to his funeral
And I was put aside
for this perfect, unscratched
beautiful boy.

Yours truly

Painted Shadow




I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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