Operation

31/08/2018 Rijul Ballal1 Comment

Remember me? Whispered my surgeon slowly…

Spotted in space

26/08/201826/08/2018 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

Spotted in space. Earliest sighting around satellites, shocked an astronomer, intrigued his colleague. Closer and closer, black were the eyes that looked back at them. Eyes empty on closer examination, skin decayed, perhaps mummified. Larger than an average man, face contorted and caught in a scream. The horror of decay, the intrigue of how it went there, how it stayed there all gone when they saw it’s mouth move. Astronomers swear they heard their names.

Wear the weather

15/03/2018 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

I like the way you wear the weather

Raining down the intersection

Between want and wonder.

If I killed all the clocks could I keep you?

Who would have thought, such long and lonely roads

Between your eyes and skull.

Dry humor

09/03/2018 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

A man drowns in the desert.

Spiral of Alchemists

23/02/201823/02/2018 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

You within me braiding my blood

Don’t kill sleeping thoughts

Until you can carry their universe;

The soul of fire, the fire of soul in you-

Programming the programmers.

Fire cloud

20/02/201820/02/2018 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

Forests,like clouds,

Are very slow fireworks;

The densest part of a dream

Is when there’s nothing left to feel.

Apologies

17/11/2017 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

I’m sorry, really I am. It was never my intention to steal your glass eye. I saw it by the darkened desk side as you dozed a cyclopes, and if Sinbad was anything to go by this was my time to strike.

What a treasure it was! Iris as green as an emerald sky, pupil black as the charcoal you draw with. I thought it might be something nice to remember you by, it had great potential for decor back at home. It might go great by my teal painted door. How it would gleam by my first edition Guide to Shogunates, a bust of mazdak, broken china and burnt feathers.

Yes, something to remember you by, an eye for an I! Surely the flowers I left should make up for it. It’s a fair exchange! In the land of the blind, all you need is an eye.