In the midist of the dark I lay
Thoughts ‘creamed’ with indignation, indifference was all to say

How could it be?
That the prince, comfort could not see
Had a curse  befallen him?
A curse so evil that he could not beam
for what had he to pay?
In the palm of his hand his face lay

So when the king saw him, he heard his thoughts clear
His boy no longer knew fear

A boy in their eyes, a man in my thoughts
Penny  for your thoughts?
I play games no more
Oh yes my heart was sore but no more

In his silence the king had rescued me
I was ignorant of it, but I rode the escalator to where I should be
I saw pain I knew struggle
The mouth would rather have a success tongue caressing it, but hot water it will never want to gaggle

When the world was almost ending, I was given an extension
So maybe I could not give excuses like a kid in detention

Voluptuously, opportunity looked so beautiful like womanly breasts
So I grabbed her with both hands
That one day I will reap my harvest with millions of diameter 15cm rubber bands.

NB: I wrote this poem a couple of months ago. I will admit I can relate to it, but since poems are free, you can interprete it in any way you like enjoy and happy weekend.:D

When can we smile?


So when can we smile?
To know that everything is over
Shed off yesterday’s hurtful pile
Like the snake won’t allow its old skin to bother.
When can we smile?       

How we never knew peace
Our hearts never knew a jovial second or a while
How we longed for a day we never knew
One day, i could say, one day
One day to smile, one day to rest
When can I smile?

Even if it was sold, happiness i couldn’t afford
but I can always pay melancholy my landlord
How stupid are my riches
Engraved in my skin like stitches
When can we smile?

Why so serious?
No don’t you put a smile on my face
The same damn quarrel me and myself face
maybe the smile is just expensive
But one day I will afford it.
So can we smile?
Yes we can.

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Every day I feel death is smiling. Mocking humanity because it is more ‘productive’ than any of us. Every day I feel death looks at humanity like a flower quickly fading.

With all the great men it took away, the pride in his eyes the blind see.
How R.I.P has become more of a word than an abbreviation.
Saying “RIP I will miss you” like we are so sure for a long time we’ll be in this generation.

We cry for others but not for ourselves. When those we buried will never cry for us.
Are we afraid we may get on the same bus? Or is humanity finally generous? To be sorry for one that just found peace?
Or we see him say I am coming for you next in his hiss?

He seems distant at times until we see him on the news bragging of how he swallowed hundreds.
He must be really contaminated because he swallows any kind.

Maybe death lives in our hearts? How when the commander said “fire”, death fed on thousands.
You will see me on the balcony of the earth weeping. Yes! I just cried for the thousands.
I am like an ant on an Indian street. Yes.

The old man says “son have no pride for even the proud sleep in a soiled duvet today”.

Is death ashamed when one’s not afraid of him? Or is he impressed with the depressed man that called on him? All we know is he still took him away. They say he who never talks about death is a coward, but death kissed both the coward and the supposedly hero anyway.

For what separates a killer by sword and a killer by word?
For we die and kill every day
What if you were told you were to die a day after your birthday? Imagine the emotion that would foster?
Think of the cancer patient living on the words of his doctor. “Get your affairs in order. You have approximately 3 to 6 months before your heart lays still”. How did Steve Jobs feel?

I think we should make peace with death, because it is just a reminder that we have one lifetime. A lifetime to pursue the most important goals, live the cherished moments with our loved ones, smile and laugh hard, make peace not war, create and not hate, clothe and not loathe so that when time comes to shake hands with death, it was money well spent
Never forget that whenever you walk through the shades of death, He who death fears watches over you. Just watch everything you do.


The wave

The wave

hit by the wave
all hopes blown
the wave I loathe
it’s not our kind

I crossed the bridge halfway
the wave drew me back
the pain in my thoughts
a chain around me

I cry but I don’t
I bleed anger, I puke frustration
I am dead never to be buried
I wish to smell salvation

But the wave is not invincible
I am
I will burn the wave to eat the fruit so sweet
because I am

The wave will go
too soon, too soon
the wave should go
the wave shall go