The payment for a passport dear
from the white shores of Greece
to the artificial island of the Netherlands
My brother awaits me.
Once a home is now rubble
But aspiration for new remains
I worked for the Red Cross and now I am the one requiring aid.
She who cries
with wailing baby
Remembers how she was once
Looking at others
He peeked through the gate and waved at an orphan
I used to live here with my parents and siblings.
A young lad; traversing the oceans on a boat
British winters spent in his hometown
How nice of you to take an old man to dinner.
We found each other not once but twice
Did you hear the one about the Jaffna mosquitoes?
Always in black
She stands outside the door
A cigarette at hand, she appears angry
A staircase that divides our lives.
His wide smile is accentuated by his moustache
A white apron smeared with hard work
Where have you been? How is your family?
Daily strangers that occupy close spaces.