Anguish

He tossed and turned in bed

The current blending with the past

What was, he couldn’t see – the time lines of memory mixed up

And what he saw

Could not be spoken.

The anguish ..was stilling.

He tried to keep quiet .

He tried to speak the truth ..

Silently

Till his voice ran hoarse.

Dry mouthed....

yet;

He started speaking the truth

Spitting out the words

With traces of blood

they came out dizzy with waiting ..

and yet unfazed.

They came out defying the boundaries

Of self and others, past and present,

us and them, religion and capitalism

They.

Came out.

and

Slowly ..very slowly.

exhausted he fell asleep

Falling into a peaceful slumber

I know he was peaceful

I saw truth drooling his chin.

Rhea