67: Rosedale

Living in the WASP's nest
in the middle of the neighbourhood
but we didn't dare to enter
and be stung by the beliefs of another,
instead, they stuck to their own kind.

And the trail dozed off in the calamity of woods
and the mother of nature
who was absent-without-leave.
And the wasps stayed buzzing
with their manufactured morals
sticking rightly to the roof
of that pretentious tree.

Never talked, only saw the glimpses of another kind
Barred by society's hidden walls.

66: War on Film

combat boots for wartime dreams
hide in the movie theatre,
watching the tragic scenes.
have the flashback video montage -
ridded with deja vu
and the recollection
of a dusty, winding path - as we sit on the armchair
and pray that
everything is in its rightful, old place.