Migrants

Sleepless dreams
barefooted anger
hands to mouth life
that you tore apart
Hapless and clueless
dying questions on the lips
churn in the stomach
clammy palms
up in a prayer

The search ends!

The difference

The other day I went to get a few printouts from at a shop located at the one of the streets in North Dublin. I paid an ‘x’ amount. The amiable guy at the counter asked whether I need to get the copies stapled. I said ”yes’. He did that. Then I asked him for a bag to carry the pages. He obliged me with a paper bag. He didn’t charge any money for these services. He also added a smile. I was happy.

Once again on another day I needed printouts. Obviously I went to the same shop. I realised I was late and the shop had already closed. Then I walked up to another shop located just a few blocks away. The experience goes like this…

The man at the counter had no smile for me. He charged me double the amount for the same work. He handed over loose printed sheets to me. On being asked for a bag he handed over a flimsy plastic folder to me and charged 50 cents for that.

C’mon fellas.. it doesn’t hurt to check and compare the rates and smiles !

I

I am so I

isn’t that what troubles you?

if I become you

won’t you still be troubled?

Shackles

Leave the shores

and the lands

leave the feelings

and the burdens

leave the childhood dreams

and the traumas

leave the pangs of regret

and piles of guilt

leave your mindset

and the shackles