Madamoiselle au Rouge

A lonely road,

Moonless night sky,

Heavy steps walked alone,

Of a depressed guy.

At a distance he sees,

A lady in red,

Lost in deep thoughts as she walked,

She looked not a bit scared.

She didn’t notice the guy.

And walked him right past by,

But he had noticed her well,

And also the tears in her eye.

Draped in red satin,

She was fair like the moon,

She had the prettiest pair of eyes,

They could make anybody’s heart swoon.

Eyerybody has a story.

He wondered what hers was.

Had she lost her job as well ?

Or had she lost her love...?

He guessed it was the latter.

And although he wasn’t sure,

All that mattered to him now,

Was to make her feel secure.

He went up to her,

She was shaken back to reality,

She looked him in the eye.

And found a look of assurity.

His eyes reflected his mind

As he managed a wry smile

Saying,” It’s ok not to be fine sometimes,

It happens once a while.”

And as she wept aloud,

For her broken heart that bled,

She felt so much better,

For herself instead.

And so they walk together,

Their silence speaking the unsaid,

Along the lonely road,

The depressed guy.

And the lady in Red.

Hymn to Isis

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she

who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one.

- 3rd or 4th century BC, discovered in Nag Hammadi

Requiem for Darkness

My life stretches before me

An arid wasteland
All alone I stand here
Among mountains of sand

My cold heard beats in mine bosom

Hard as stone, closed to the world,

As I stand alone in this sea of sorrow

Shedding tears of dust

Each breath is laboured

Every step heavier than the last

My mind reminisces about joys once savoured

Yet I am lost in infinite coldness

I yearn for joy, I yearn for love,

I yearn for sorrow, I yearn for pain

I yearn for emotion, something I lost somewhere along,

Nay, for sooth, I threw it away.

After all, I reasoned, who needs emotion?

Love hurts all within its grasp

Anger consumes you like a flame

Regret haunts you ‘til the last of your days

Emotion is a useless thing

Something better to have kept away.

But lo! I beseech you, follow not in mine footsteps

For no longer can I savour the sweet taste

Of love, comradeship, all things good,

Nor can I weep, weep tears of sorrow

(heartfelt of otherwise)

For what I have yearned for, I have become,

A cold emotionless monster.

Alas, for now it is far too late for me to change

For I now stand alone; all have passed me by

Too late for me perhaps, but not for you !

Live your life, live it through,

Be not like me, able to do naught but shed tears of dust,

A cold emotionless monster.