‘Looking through Dark Glasses’

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is small, lazy,

hazy and frail-

streaks of phenyl

in a weak snake,

confused of home,

my window- his home.

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is no home, alone,

null and dark-

a bag of salt

over the mollusk,

he tried light,

confused of home,

darkness- his home.

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is not terrestrial, indifferent,

different and asylumic-

anarchy of a district:

murder over the rapes

in the mother and the daughter,

confused of home,

silence- their home.

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is not one; twos, threes, umpteen,

no commons and no shelters-

the varsity appoints

a religious leader, no erudite

for students,

confused of home,

religion- their home.

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is a dark cave, streets alike

around a circle, bedazzling-

a newcomer murdered

for different nativity,

confused of home,

the native place- his home.

Looking through dark glasses

when the world

is a forest, packed with

ferocious beasts and wildness…

all still live to the death,

for they are born;

confused of home,

death- all’s home.