A Misunderstood Friend

I come, not to give but to take
You see me not but only my deeds
I see not nor hear your cry
I do not reason
That is just my nature
I understand yours but can't give in to your overture

You have given me very many name
This you did because I take you away from here
But what I did you misunderstood
If I say, 'I did what I did out of Love'
You'll never understand

You crave not to ever meet me in your path
You are scared of me
I cut short your lovely flow
Yet some of you wish me to come swiftly
Well, It is not my call to feel you or heed you
My boss at the top makes the call
And the rest is history

One Certain Morning

Just recently
I had a chat
A fruitful chat with my fathers friend
He made me take another look
At what lies beyound me
'The end of the journey' he said
Lies ahead
You get closer to the end every day
With your decisions and deeds
Most part of this journey is not made alone
But then if you find yourself alone
On your path often
Then count yourself poor.

Left Alone

Untold story that is better left forgotten

Seems so right

But just before your eyes, like a fragile bubble

Busts and the mess is on you

Indeed! It is a mess

That lays bare your life the way it is

Your secrets is left in tact

But then, there is this thing about you

That can’t be overlooked

Suddenly you are alone with what you left behind

You battle to leave it there

But it clings to you and depends on you

Words definitely hits you from concerned heart

But what matters most, is just you

Left alone to decide what will be for you

Crossroads; one must get to that

The next step matters

If not the most important

One that may wipe all and give a fresh better start

The other side of it, better left unknown

Young Bishop

On my way home from afar
I took a bus to the closest place to my house
The bus was filled with certain people of my type
Most of whom were standing
Everybody was minding their business
Though annoyed by the unconduciveness in the bus
Up until the end of the ride it was uneventful

Suddenly from the silence in the bus came the voice of a preacher
He called himself the young bishop
Standing on top of his voice; so I believed
He shouted 'Darkness is not good'
This he did three times
And so many of his words followed
He amused us not by his words
But by the way his words amused him

Stay far I tell you; from darkness
For it is near
You see it from afar
Soon you'll meet with it
And all you see will count for nothing
It is darkness; so they say
Here you peer hard but nothing greets your sight
You try hard but can't find what you seek
You trample on what causes you pain
Hit hard that which is ready to bring you down
Confusion finds you at whim
And curse flows from your mouth to all you feel and touch
Yes! it's darkness
A known enemy that spares no friend
It takes away the beauty of nature
Each day comes with its
And lo and behold what it has to offer

Indeed it was night
As I climbed down the bus
Heading home
Tearing through the dark
As I try to reconcile the words of the young bishop
And the reality I face
Dark times of the day