by Sha Najak, poet/artist

11.08.2008

New poetry

Sleeplessness
In the nights of tomorrow,
Comes the sounds of our weary bodies,
Our body clocks wildly out of synch,
Feeling slightly removed from ordinary life,
We pay greater sensitivity to our inner selves,
Inevitably unearthing what we're most comfortable with.

Countdown to zero
When I reached zero, I felt calmness that was out reach moments ago,
Before I reach zero, the day was filled immersed with thoughts,
Just as I was reaching zero, I prostrated towards the sun and thank her for another day,
Finally at zero, points of discourses became a distant past


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