Down Low

Just beneath us
Lies what just fell

On the floor
Where we will leave our worth

Pick up what you care for
It is all yours

Pride floats above
And could soon go at whim

Care fills the gap
Left by pride

Make someone smile...
...let go of your pride

See-Saw

There is always a reason to say it is not right
But then, it is only God that can judge the condemned

May be that has always been the case
But then, there are exceptions

The truth always make a straight path
Be careful not to undo it

What will be, will be
It is always useless fighting it

After All

Like the end
At least that what it looks like
Many ran away from what brought us here
Yet many laid down their lives for this
I cannot tell what I feel now
We are among the last ones standing
Counting from both ends
For what is worth
It pains
And not to share it?
The feelings now?
That started from the beginning?
We always do this
Starting afresh
For what it is worth
....Love

On The Watch

The scary thing is that he makes noise
Though his eyes are closed

They call it snore
I mean the humans

With this large feet and hands
I wonder why ours are not like that?
When we eat their food

But then you don't make them

No... they say cultivate or farm

......whatever
That sound is disturbing
Now she can't even sleep

The Good Old Days

Same old story
Why not now

Something went wrong
We hope for the best

It has gone with yesterday
The best has been seen

Now all are but chaff
Try so hard to get not the good ones

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?