The Lizard King

He’s the Lizard King,

He can do anything.

The desert gives him solace,

as he wanders along the wind that

keeps the sand dancing along,
in celebration for the welcome of

the Lizard King.

He comes forth

with his friends and

his beloved; to show them

the magic of the sun, sand and smoke.

He dances with her along the sand in a whirlpool,

and seeks enlightenment with his other brethren,

while sharing their sorrows,

and he stares deep into the sun,

and he sings of a snake, seven mile-long.

Then he leaves his beloved

dancing alone, to catch the miscreants

of his dreams of blood, pain and death

to confront them, and to disillusion himself,

to solve the enigma of his childhood.

How can they, after all, refuse to

answer the Lizard King?

Just Another Thought

The raindrops hit it hard and interfere with its flight. It aims to soar high and flutters its wings again and again, but the water covers its eyes and it loses its sense of direction. The sky is a directionless infinity, I thought, so how does it matter, after all, to lose that sense. I sit back on a rickety chair in my balcony and watch it struggle, while all the others of its kind seek protection in the secluded branches of abandoned trees. I don’t understand. Why couldn’t it have embarked on its journey once the rain ended? And then suddenly, the words from the book ‘Into the Wild’ come back to me, about how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to be in the middle of adverse conditions and survive. So, maybe, it is one of those beings who wants to achieve that. Maybe.