Ojibwe asabikeshiinh

Where are you then?

When the darkness falls,
When the silence prevails,
When the air freezes,
when the stir stops,
When the cricket chirps,
when the life sleeps,
when the bed warms,
when the limbs break,
When the nerves ache,
When the sense fails,
When the eyelids droop,
When the eyeballs squeeze,
when the eyes close,
WHERE ARE YOU THEN?

Picked this poetry online from Qaisar Janjua... @Thx Qaisar!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Fighting Death

There was this big palatial building. Someone was trying to do off with me. There was this elder looking guy and a younger guy, handsome. They were working separate. But they were father & son. The younger one had some feelings for me, not strong enough to let me live though. After disposing off me (I was not dead), the son started walking away. He looked at the entrance. There were CCTV cameras. He moved his gun to do off with them. Suddenly the father appeared and the mother called the father. It was a virtual call. They realized something and went inside to do something. Blasts the CCTVs inside? Do away with me properly? Get a bite from the snack place down the lane? Dunno. They were standing at the snack place. In the meantime, S was trying to save me. I had regained consciousness. We were trying to get out without being noticed by either of the two.

P.S. S saving me???? I doubt he will go to that much trouble. One pest less in his life!! he he... :P

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