through the window
we peek
at other people lives
hoping all is well

saw an atlas
we are just dots
small
tiny
a wee little thing
in the dynamics of
other things

slowly
you are
cut out of
conversations

becoming invisible
is inevitable

used to be all
taunt and silky
now coarse
fleshy

time changes everything

does the tear gas
discriminate
between the young
 the old

all are the same
mr minister.

*this was written while watching the BBc hardtalk on bahrain april26,2012

amazing how
you can hear a smile
or detect a scorn

sound carries much more
than the tangible voice

- bridges:past and future-


burnt them
or
crossed
when needed