We met some Aliens on our way home

I see men walking backwards
Leaning to the side
Leaning on their women
Hoping to close the gap on their sides
That God had opened up from the inside out
Now I see them step their life away
Knocking the Earth looking for the exit
They escaped from
Searching for the wind that carried them into existence
They place pyramids, castles and towers to pinpoint entry points
They built metallic horses and metallic birds to dominate the Earth
They put metal, brick, wood, gold, silver between themselves afraid of skin contact
Confined beings in confined bodies living in confined spaces
Afraid of the open space and the unknown territories of their hearts
They lost their words but kept their tools
They only talked when naked
They kept themselves in women’s made cocoon while waiting
Eating and waiting
Drinking and waiting
Singing and waiting
Dancing and waiting
Loving and waiting
Sleeping and waiting
But once in awhile they found gestures of hope to share among themselves
Little fires to warm their cold hearts in the winter of their lives
They would then become treasure hunters
Searching for the glow of Life
That kept their limbs moving even
When inside the clock had stopped ticking.
They knew then the whereabouts of happiness
They could give its approximate measurements to the first one who asked
But they had lost their eyes when they found it
And few were who could trust blind men giving directions
So they sat at the corners of streets holding signs reading: Life’s directions for free
Children stopped their parents to ask them about the blind men
Parents pulled their children closer and refused them what they didn’t want for themselves
The glow of Life shined in the orbits that used to house their eyes
Their lips refused to let go of the smile they found when they encountered Life
their touch reminded people that they were eternal
While their hugs brought grown men to tears
Babies and toothless ancient women always stopped by to greet them
Asking them about that faraway land we were all spoken into existence
And for which we tirelessly try to return one day.


7 thoughts on “We met some Aliens on our way home

  1. Aliens we are becoming now slowly! completely like strangers to this Earth,treating her and our surroundings around,relations, without any bonding… beautifully written,very intense Jomul!

  2. The little part in middle balances the other parts that you painted in the beginning and at the end.
    In a flow it charged me, and abruptly you paused my expression — I love this kind of reading.
    It is in your details, and your sense to perceive. In the same pattern, you have laid the answers, and I can feel that. Ah! Priceless moment, Jomul.

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