Smoke

Smoke, gracefullly dancin with the air of blue

wanna have a body

am i happy?

at one point the thick white smoke

dancin proudly with the air.

In a few blinks of my eye,

the prestige whiteness

of the smoke which seems

to be representing my idiosyncrasies;

flexible, graceful, fluid, stranger to form vanishes

as it goes farther and farther every second until

the air devours it mercilessly.

I am suddenly thinking of home.

people say that there is no smoke unless there is fire.

I see children with their potent bodies laughing

and playing around clearly not thinking of what perils

might be faced by them.

Could i still last another day?

Could i even have a body of my own?

Could I play and smile genuinely without

having to worry that my next blink would be my last?

I want to have my anatomy through which

I can walk, talk and savor the prestige

and the strength of the white smoke which i hope

will be preserved as how it was in the

understanding memories of those who

chose to enjoy it.

In fire I exist.

Clearance: Burnout!!

That was the last clearance time of academic school year 2009 when i had to face with this realization.Well, all of us have lessons to be learned. some the hard way, some the easy way. One school day morning of march just weeks before my college graduation, I was prepared to do all the school clearance stuff so I dressed up comfortably and when i say comfortably I am referring to jeans and a 100% cotton shirt. Fast forward to when i entered the gates and started to gather for signatures. there were 6 signatories I should hunt before 5 in the afternoon so I began to look for each. While i was a bit feeling success, I learned that in each signatory there were sub-signatories which made me even confused. Time check it was almost 3pm and I even forgot to eat lunch. so anyway to cut the story short, I only had one major signatory gathered; the dean of my college. five more to go and i didnt want to think 5 more days.