A world eluded by common sense

Stained with injustice,celebrating mediocrity 

The imbeciles bellowing half-truths in hallways,

i wish  to berate with facts

Feeble minded  giants with loud opinions 

I wish to bring  down where they belong

Many a things I want to shout to the world

But I can’t  find my voice

I can only whisper  to myself

Writing my thoughts down,my soul finds rest

Charging into battle,I scribble away

The pen is mightier than the sword



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another rising sun,another day to waste

idle minds,idle hands..the curse of a generation

minds wandering to nowhere

born to live yet counting days till death

forever chasing one thing or the other

till our rickety bones,cry out and give out

busy bustling to and fro,destinations to reach

eyes on the goal,giving up humanity

furiously digging for gold and diamonds,

burying beautiful flowers beneath heaps of soil

souls trampled on the rush to the top

when the old ticker finally gives out,thudding to a stop

ashes to ashes,dust to dust..

did you really live?


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pain shoots through my body

“a warrior nursing battle wounds”

I whisper to heart..

strengthening my soul and resilience

my heart singing,though my flesh is weak

what would I do without you?

your ever gentle hands nurse my wounds

your soothing voice calms my tachycardia

your hearty laughter soothes me

but your heart is dark and furious

your hands stained bright red

blind to your treacherous acts

Oblivious to the darkness roaming your soul

I am content in your presence,entrusting my life to you

why wouldn’t I?dearest friend






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a raging demon inside me

taking my body and soul prisoner

life passes by in a blur

stale moments and fermented lies

audience to the sorrowful story that is my life

I watch as destruction ravages my being

my dreams evaporate into a blurry mist

buried beneath the baggage,shame

life begins after the first sip

but when has one ever been enough?

drunken nights and stupid decisions

It was once called youthfulness

living life on the edge,no regrets

for bad decisions are yesteryear’s wisdom

but here I still am,none the wiser

guzzling my liver to death

stuck on replay

I can’t seem to escape these evil clutches



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dirty, empty cups litter the concrete floor

a sink overflowing with regrets,half-truths

the bare walls a testimony of a soul

telling nothing to the world

sitting at  the rickety table,

a beauty with eyes once sparkling…now dark and empty

witness to the brutal, dark  side of mankind

artfully brushing her imperfections away

burying the vulnerabilities,insecurities beneath the makeup

transforming to the dolled-up  beauty sought after in the night

the wicked Delilah hated by women

queen of Sodom and Gomorrah,the church casts judgement

lowest among all women,society frowns

glancing in the mirror one last time

she sighs,gathering her strength and willpower

hoping for a better night,a better tomorrow

an oasis in this blistering desert




deeply rooted,like a morula tree

he stands firm,against the strong gusts of change

rain and hailstorm bringing forth things  unknown in this land

a different feel in the air,his skin crawls

senses heightened he stands tall guarding against all

friend to none,enemy to all

indifferent to the turmoil around him

sowing  discord,whispering poison to men

feeding off the darkness and pain

he weaves skillfully between forces

ears deaf to the cries of the innocent

alone he stands resolute,a dark force

throwing all in darkness,the sun refuses to shine

one man destroying everything

in a foolish quest to preserve everything

for as the earth rotates,nothing can ever stay the same

old gives way to young,

darkness has to make way for light




in this moment

hold me,embrace my perfect imperfections

kiss me,breathe life into this cold,numb body

let our thoughts know heaven

though we live in hell,bound by our demons

let us envision freedom,soaring in the skies above

just in this moment…

let’s not weep,nor indulge in our miseries

let’s frolic and be merry in our desert

bring life and laughter to this hostile,thirsty place

just hold me close,kiss my fears away

tomorrow is never a given

maybe the setting sun,takes with it my last breath

maybe tomorrow will be empty without you

lets paint today colourful with our love