Into The Unknown

The fear of what we dread
Sometimes interupts the flow of life
Forcing us to put our energy and might
In the plan against it or something like that
One will give everything
To come back to his normal life
But would we ever have an ideal moment?

Trouble has a way of shaping us
And at each point in life
We battle hard to remain what we are
In the cloud of uncertainty
The brave come out to face their decision

Just Let Me Know

Come closer

For my whisper is low and frail

Your ears must feed on it

And that is all

I might sound so earnests and serious

But it is just what suits 'now'

I am jealous

See, you are getting all the affection and kind words

And I'm no where near you

You may think all'em that shows that, good

Well... I am on my way to you

I'll do what I intend doing 

Just let my deeds not leave here

Now Listen

All you see is just but a flash-

Not even what I'll say now

At a point when you feel you can't

And always - whenever you feel like that

Just let me know

Let’s Assume

In my wildest dream

I have never lived your life

Do I even know you?

Save from now

But then, if I were you I would have done better

You bet

I am a better person

Who have not really achieved much

I live on the outcome of what you have done

Knowing the things to have been done and not

If I were you

Easier said than done

My life has been that of an artful dodger

Never around in the thick of event

Only to appear there after

To suggest what should have been

At Long Last

 

In the beginning I was just there

Not knowing what was going on

They said I cried

But what it was for

I do not know

The journey of life

Knocked out unconsciousness off me

Now, I am of the know

Running from what hurts

To the arms of love

Everyone has a tale to tell

But that is just the beginning

At some point in life

I get so confused on what to do next

I needed help

But then, who will help me?

Now I know

It is not just a game, but a real life story

One has to survive

And indeed I needed some good times

In all this ups and down of life

Someone is really watching

In the end

Which I know not what it will be like

Tears may be shed

Sighs may be heaved

But then, my path…

May be towed or forsaken

Pass It on

Teach a child how to go about it

It becomes easy

Though you may not want to

When you do not like how you go about things

Then it makes sense not to

But then

Why your way?

When is not worth to be passed on

After all, that is the way you do it

…..  you are wrong?

Unwinding It

Just around the corner
The story changes
And what follows...
You can tell
But only by chance
Of all the options
Why this one?
Honestly that is the true revelation of nature
Good turn bad and the contrary
While taking stock at a particular juncture
..what a creation?

Slow Poison

Often times
Ones good deeds  are often misunderstood
In the midst of people that have nothing to offer
Hence relationships will always be one sided
At some point
For the naive; of course they mostly are
They are taken for a ride
And they enjoy it
But then 'Obi' will not always be a boy
As a grown man
He makes a decision that twists the arm of the opportunist
Then he becomes evil
For not doing bad
But for saying 'NO' to manipulations
..Slow Poison; that is what they call him

Second Chance

Another chance

We all have this opportunity

It is not really necessary to prove this

The essence of living

Is not for a particular person

Life is more beautiful than it looks

A whole lot to be appreciated

And a lot not so admirable

Like a good soup

It is a mixture of all

Good and bad

Sweet, tasteless, bitter and whatever

When it is not right

Make it right; if you can

When it is right

Enjoy it; don't spoil it

In Peace With All My Love

I look back to where I started from

I see from afar words and deeds

That knocked sense into me

I laugh at my reaction to so many a duel we had

Was it out of love or hate?

.... life is a teacher

Now I lean on what I figured out from all my duels

Right or wrong, I am all for it

It is a year today that my Dad died

We were not the best of friends;

So I used to beleive

Now I see those words he wanted to say to me that failed to fall out his lips

And the love that wraped all that he did for me

Most times when it does not work out the way one wants it

It does not mean that it is wrong

Rest in Peace Dad

The simple fact

The truth
I do hear it is a fact
That it does not need to be accepted
For it to be what it is
And does what it should
It is a path
It is surity
It burns and heals
Hear it one more time
And again and again as it keeps comming
It is not to be appreciated
But walk it
Live it beleive it and use it
The choice is yours

Changes

There is only one thing that is constant in life

Though it is not constant itself

Change it is

But then, my observations and experience

Have revealed otherwise

From the ticking of the clock

To the days of the week

All have failed to change-

Always giving us what we already know

I have been told by my elders

That there is nothing new that will happen again

Death, life, smile and more

We only discover what we never knew existed

Live your life better each time 
Repeatition of events, is only a pointer 
That, it is an opportunity to do it right this time around

Sunset at Dusk

Tending to my garden gives me joy
Watching the labour of my hand blossom -
What a joy to behold
When I reap what I sow...
Words can't describe that

A beautiful garden; like a beautiful bride
I saw a man bury his wife
Tears rolling down his cheek at whim
Uttering words that one can barely hear
I couldn't imagine how heavy his heart is
Yet he bore them

Alone at night he cries, a bit louder too
Holding on to what is no more
Vague memories of his dearest
When daylight comes he wipes his eyes
And appears as if nothing is wrong
Words of consolation adds to what he bears in his heart
Slowly the day comes to an end
And the awareness of the absence of his better half comes to the fore

Should it be like this?
I often ask myself this
Is not meant to be the other way
Man dies and leaves the woman behind

On a Platter of Whatever

What would have been of me?
If I had met a prophet
Who must have told me
Of the outcome of my journey in life
Who must have told me
That this is where I will find myself
After all said and done

As a successful man
For sure, knowing myself
I would not have worked as hard as I had
I would not have cared for the little details that made me stand out
Nor cared for the useful advise from...
....indeed I would not have cared for nothing
When I know that at the end
Fate will be holding out success for me-
Why the stress?

As a failure
I would have despised everything
When I am made to know that
Fate made me to be a mockery
May be suicide would have been it
May be not
But for sure
I will never have been happy with fate or anything at all

Why would one seek to know the future?
I am curios to know
Fate I believe holds out good for all
But for those that fail to reach out for it
Have themselves to be blame

Strength of a Woman

What a creature-ay
Delicate and  a wonder to behold
It's impression on the beholder
Says it all
A necessary temptation
Everything is harbored and made here
Good and Evil
Love and Hate
Joy and Trouble
To count them as mans possession
Is a wonder to me
Yet, that is the general notion
My advice them is; handle with care
A wise friend of mine
Once told me in confidence
How they define a mans fate
Simply put this way
'Count Yourself a lucky man only
When you get one as yours'

At Cross Roads

I have come this far to meet here
I have come without empty hands
I have come for what here has for me
I have come for here

There you are
On this part of fate
At this juncture do not hesitate
It may not be what you expected
Nevermind it was never your call

Now let go of what you have for me
And have mine
Let us fulfill fate
For why are we here,
On a path we did not make?

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

Smile

I can’t just be on my own

We all have a part to play in the lives of people around us

Look, my eyes are on you now

Do you really see me?

Please do not ignore me

I seek not, what you have in your pocket

Because it will run dry

You do not need to go far to find what I want

It is there on your face

Just smile for me

At a time I am so alone

With many around me

Struggling to make them feel me

To no avail

I longed for your path on my back

For what comes from that will put a refreshing smile on my face

Thank you, that’s all I can say

As many words are stuck in my mouth

It is my eyes that says the rest

What lies Beneath

It happens, I know
It’s just left for you alone to know
That is just the way it revealed itself
One thing for sure
We should learn not to quarrel with the outcome of events
Because the hands of time
Surely cannot be turned back
And even if you do your time, it is none of our business
Indeed, truth is bitter
But the burden is grave
It’s a two edged sword that harms even the bearer
Be sure of misery when you keep it from others
And pain when you let loose of it
The journey into life is only for the brave
Hence we are all warriors
The shield we bear is laid bare by us
But there in our heart lies what we fight for
So sad we had no witness
When what we fight for was planted 
But that is how it is for all

What I found

In the midst of many disbelief

In the time of confusion

In the period of… I do not know

Life hangs on the threshold

Waiting for the next move

Move that will be made by you

What then are you?

One who listens to what lies within or the one beyond?

You know what?

The ingredients of life is never far fetched

Just as fate will want it

Now, your choice will define you

You are here now, at the beginning of the very next

Waiting for God knows what

Indeed a second opinion is very welcome

At times like this, it will arrive late; if it ever will

What then but cling on yourself and make use of the little time left, wisely

You find yourself in desperate times

I believe so

Though the big question begs for answers

What did you discover?

The Way it Is

I have seen things that seemed not
I have said it the way I understand it
From my own point of view
That is the best I can do
The lessons of life
Do not meet us waiting for it
Rather we reveal ourselves on meeting it
Needing not to prove anything
Our story tells the outcome
If there is left a living voice to recreate the scene
Ones story tell a lot about his belief
Needing not to prove anything
The unknown about the powers of fate is quite deep
And lies not in a particular story
For the wise, a story like this tells a whole lot about the big picture that is yet to be uncovered
Journey into fate follows no sequence
Everybody has a tale to tell
Nothing fails or holds entirely
Save from the beginning
Not a single person knows that part of the story
We are just born to be faithful

Wrong Step

Can we still do this?

Passion is now amiss 

It is no longer the way it use to be

But then it started well

Because love is blind

We could not see

See our true self

Is that how love is?

It makes the truth hidden

I dream dreams and now I want to say that it cannot be realized

I am back to where we use to be

And I see not what was so wonderful about here

Was there a time I was here?

All of a sudden I am so tall

That I no longer have any memory of those days

I hold no grudge about anything done against me

Now, I have a clear mind

Likewise a clear sight of what’s up

Were we meant to be?

Were we so selfish?

I guess so

Thank Goodness

Often times in one’s life

He stands before a closed door

Starring and wishing selfishly

For the continuation of a finished journey

Neglecting the change that is ever present in our life

That, he has failed to grasp

The next chapter has failed to interest him

Even when the trumpet of a very new beginning

Sounds from another open door

Often times it ends with pleasure or with a sting

It only signifies the beginning of the very next step

The very first of another story of one’s life

Journey into one’s life might drain his strength

It surely compensates you with enough wisdom

Only if you had been attentive

Because to go back to some unfinished business

Will only cost you where you would have been

Though you can never say, why it is the way it is

For him that makes it to his end; the way he should

Thank goodness