Behind the closed doors
Dwell the naked souls,
Hide from the outside world.
Once the closed doors open,
Not dare to show anymore.
Beneath the same sky;
But each one has their own roofs, doors
Meticulously locked: ”No Enter Allowed!”-
Locked miseries, weakness, hearts’ dark spots;
Ghostly shadows and shadowy ghosts.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the day by day show.
Are you ready!!!
Three, two, one
Action! Go!
An oddinary is behind his locked door
Ready for his Daily Great Show.
Steps out the doors with dark glasses to hide
The two reflective truth’s mirrors blind
Draws a smile on his theatrical mask
Now, ready for his everyday show.
The next door, dark glasses on, shouts:
”Good morning. How are you?”
Out of the blue his improvisation comes
Each spot is fit to put his stage and act:
‘‘Wow! Good morning. I’m very good in Spring mood!
My sky blue with rainbows glows
So clear no clouds but shining sunshine shines…
Wherever I go, the echoes of my laughter sound.
Happiness is my Friend Of Mine.”
Cut!
Once again he steps on his door threshold.
His shadows and ghosts drag him in
Take off his glasses, his smiling mask…
He prudently locks the door
And dissapears in the gloomy fog.
S.C.P.B (2017
So-called Poetry of Biba 