Gimme a break!

it's been erratic around here really. i'm not faithfully putting my thoughts up (or down?) that frequently compared to last time. i'm jaded. i'm disappointed with people around me though i don't put much hope in them. when it comes to work, i'm slogging for what would be another thesis tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the shelf. how am i to go forward or go greater heights (as our politicians love to put it) if my own doesn't even care? i'm sponsored by another government for all i'm worth yet i'm prevented to go. i'm resigned to the fact that red tape is a culture like any other and that colour changes life. after all, without colour life would be dull won't they?

Homeward Bound

Written by Moazzam Begg whilst in solitary confinement

Begins this journey without reins,
End in capture without aims;
Now lying in the cell awake,
With merriment and smiles all fake:

Freedom is spent, time is up -
Tears have rent my sorrow's cup;
Home is cage, and cage is steel,
Thus manifest reality's unreal

Dreams are shattered, hopes are battered,
Yet with new status one is flattered!
The irony of it - detention, and all:
Be so small , and stand so tall

Years of tear and days of toil
Are now but fears and tyrants' spoil;
Ordainment has surely come to pass,
But endure alone one must this farce

Still the paper do I pen,
Knowing what but never when -
As dreams begin, and nightmares end -
I'm homeward bound to beloved tend.

Moazzam Begg & Victoria Brittain (2006), Enemy Combatant: the terrifying true story of a Briton in Guantanamo

Oh? Oh!

Oh, what a cute pout
Coupled with that big snout
A curve forms across the lips
Whenever the eyes meet

Oh, that voice
That assures, imparts poise
Be it tremors or quakes
A place of solace it takes

Oh, that warm touch
Like the bedding in the hutch
Soothe, comfort, straighten every nerve
Completes and fills every void, and their dearth

Oh, wait!
I'm a tad too late
Your face, words, and presence
Come into being in my absence.