Locked Inside My House

                                               

                                             
                                               

An organism, invisible to the eyes

 Is refocusing my priorities


Reconnecting myself to known voices,
almost forgotten

An organism, invisible to the eyes

Is making the invisible,
visible to my eyes and mind.

Don't ever ask me To

Don't ever ask me to,
Tell, what is the color of our blood ?
It's neither saffron nor green 
Not even red  or something in between
It's a brilliant color  of 
Pain
And grief
Of laughter
And joy
Of shared history 
And mis-sharpened  
Ideologies 
Causing
Hatred 
And 
Death
Don't ever ask me to 
Tell, what is the color of our blood?