The War


The war, the terror.
The trembling hearts when an AK47 fires in close range
the blood spatters, tainting the innocent walls.
The departure of the body from its soul,
as the nine-millimetre bullet permeates through the dull skin
crushing the bones and leaving the body bloody cold.

O’ the cries of war!

The infants who remain orphans
in a crowded, yet lonely world.
The widows who never again dream of happiness.
The parents who will never see smiles on their children’s faces anymore.

The Gory War…

The turning of brother against brother,
the throwing of daggers at each other by friends, when one is not on guard.
The betrayal by silence when one of the defence fighters lies not moving.
The prayers for the war to stop,
which seem to ricochet before they reach their destination.
The War!


They Say Men don’t Cry

They say men don’t cry,

but if you scrutinise my words, 
you will see the dry tears
and hear the hurtling screams of anguish.
You will see the bloody snort right where failure punched me on my face.

They say men don’t cry,
but if you carefully read my face,
you will notice the dry tears
Painting a stream of
All the salty water excreted
When my heart was torn
And grinded into atom sized particles.

They say a man doesn’t cry,
but I am not just a man:
I am a troubled man;
Whose emotional scars are
Perceived by the blind.
A troubled man,
Whose inner cries are
Heard by the ears of the deaf.
They Say Men don’t cry.

I Will

I will travel the world and write tales about love and hatred,
I will discuss the horrors of death and portray the beauty of birth.
I will provoke tears out of the sad faces disguised by fake mirth.

I will tour the world and nurture the abandoned babies.
I will hold them close and perhaps even change their spoiled nappies.
I will sing to them songs and lullabies.

I will visit the graves of the brave fallen soldiers.
I will share a meal with the eccentric bedfellows.

Oh yes! I will travel this beautiful circle-world with ugly corners,
and write tales about marriage and divorce, families, friends and foes.
I will write tales and hope that they gather all the separated,
and spread love that will not be conquered by hatred.

In My Dreams

In My Dreams:

I am a fearless man,
a warrior who thrives and thirsts for war.
I am wiser and much more foolish.

In my dreams:

Love is rather clairvoyant, yet so blind,
it’s sharper than the Shakespearian daggers;
it cuts through the soul and brightens the dull mood.
Only in my dreams, love is evil, yet so kind.

Life is not just about dreaming,
there is more to it than just winning,
Yes, In my dreams:
People never pretend,
a stranger is friendlier than a friend.

I see life for what it really is:
confusing and unfair;
Filled with enthusiasm and despair.
I see the inner motives of people;
some good and some bad.

Yes…Only In My Dreams.


What My Nephew Taught Me in his Absence

tumblr_lyw1u3n3LZ1r8ob74o1_1280It is mind blowing how one’s absence can be painfully felt.
This time it was my nephew’s.  He left me feeling dreary;
I felt sadness flowing through my heart’s arteries at high speed.
I was surprised as to how a young baby’s absence can leave a space million times his being.
I instantly missed him as he bid me farewell:
He was sad to leave, I was sadder.
I wondered if that’s how good memories are made- Out of mixed emotions:
After the good time’s gone, when you look back with a wistful smile, wishing to go aback.
I kept seeing his face and hearing his voice: his presence I yearned,
I watched videos that we took at the park, except  they  seemed to enhance the nostalgia,
If there’s one thing I learnt a lot is that: One can neither preserve nor hoard moments.
I figured that: the more blissful the moments are, the more shattering the longing becomes.
I believe it now; time does fly when you are having fun.

Why Did You Have to Leave


I used to lie on your bedside,
Now I cry on your graveyard
They told me you went to a holy place
And that’s where you are only safe.

 I asked if I could come visit you,
They said you’ll come in my dreams,
I need you mom, you’re my only peace
Why did you have to leave?

 Remember our dream?
 I wanted you to be in the front row sit when I graduate,
You told me that you would be, but now why did you leave?

 I grieved for your death, but I still couldn’t heal,
It has been a long while since you left and
Pains like it was yesterday I still feel.
Why did you have to leave?

 You said I should read a bible everyday because,
That’s the way to live.
 You said that you’ll always be with me if I stay a good child,
But now you are not here, did I do something wrong Mom?

 I’m sorry if I once bought you tears.
I was young and immature;
I promise I would do anything to see you smile,
I withhold my tears and act strong in public,
However mom, I’m immersed with fears.
Why did you have to leave?

 I cry gazing at your photos,
Missing: the smile that made me bright,
The hug that detained the mothers love,
The warmth of your presence as well as
The voice that made me laugh out loud.
Why did you have to leave?



I found this portrait on the internet and I liked it.  It somehow made me realise the love of our mothers and their efforts in raising us.


Mom, I saw the bill last night.
And it was too much, yet you seemed alright.
You worked hard every day, just so I could have a better life.
I feel wretched for never telling you how grateful I really am,
it must probably be my lion pride.

You have always been there for me.
Even when my days were terrifyingly dark, you never left me,
you were the one who prayed for me.
You watched me grow and always wondered how I would end up.
I have brought you much more pain than joy.

But today; I want you to know how grateful I am to you.
I want you to know how sad I am for sometimes cleaning up your bank account.
You have been the best source of support, financially and emotionally.
There are not enough words to express my gratitude towards you.
But, mom, I am sincerely grateful.

I know I haven’t been the best child,
I was bad news as a kid and made you cry,
and not even the whippings made my bad manners die.
But for everything I have put you through,
for every bad word I uttered and made you weep…
I feel the ramifications haunting me.
And for that I am sorry, mom and I thank you for all that you’ve done for me.
I Love You!