When I found you, I thought..That the gaps in me would find a fillWhen I saw, you I felt a lamp,A light that burnt.I heard a love calling,Like an ecstatic scream…Reaching to the depths of infinity.And yes.I was longing for a yearn..More than for the one to fulfil it. Then here you came, uninvited.You wreckedContinue reading “Blog Recap; Alone #”
#Money has a way of remaining useful.Disciplined people keep it,Wise people make the best use of it.We know we should be disciplined, goal driven and wise…My advice today? Be like moneyBe useful,Ran away from people who misuse you, and…Stay around people who value you.
I have exhausted all words,That can describe my life in parts I have searched my soul and found,Deceitful darkness, roaming without a sound.Yet I made an error and stepped inAnd I lost myself to the deep within I killed a million thoughts with a little torchAnd of the fires of hell, only I can tellIContinue reading “The Battles in Me”
Not so long ago, I was a small child.I looked up to you, I tagged along.Not too long ago, I was a little girl.And I cried daily over matters of no weight.Yet, you never showed me your tears,Whether you cried in litres, jugs or tanks.Mama, you placed me before your needs.You never told me toContinue reading “Mama, You Never Taught Me To Love Myself”
Filth… The gown that trails behind her feet.As she walks, through the bushes; clean and neat.She tints the pearls on the paths, the warning birds tweet.The city awakes, windows open… Oh here comes the fleet.The aerodrones circle around her like a thief. It’s so unfair… This is so unfair!Say the cleaners as to the binsContinue reading “Impure”
They said that in the mind of every poet,There lies depression, brokenThey said maybe love never felt or a love despised.That these weavers of words are shattered wares.Maybe neglected wives or dishonored husbands. They say that behind every great writer..Is a broken past, a trail of pain.They said writers are lonely and introvertedThat our onlyContinue reading “Yes, We Are Broken”
At the very edge of life, And it’s always near, Our Hearts look for solace. For its always clear, That with all the burgage we bear We are not at Peace. Can never find it. Not even with meditation No, not even within. Within us lives nothing, Maybe wishes And turmoil. O! Lord, We don’t […]Continue reading “Reblog: At The Edge of Life, I find You. — Classic Generation©”
The heroes of the kingdom,Seekers of peace and happy living.The fighters of freedom…Bleeding red and white for the beauty of the kingdom. The heroes serve the king,Seated high and mighty on his molten gold.He kills and fills and feels.And he wants more of the molten goldSo he sinks and drowns and drinks.Then he sends theContinue reading “The Heroes of the Kingdom”