What you hear while you are young
Are just pieces.
Fragments for you to join
So my child,
Strive with zeal to grow
Your wit you should mow
Arrange the puzzle and glow.
20th December, 2019
The greater poet,
The great musician.
All those who saw tomorrow
Even in their deaths they visioned the future
Inspiration forever to nations, languages and multitudes
Their thoughts and causes outstanding from the ‘norm’
Everyday chanting a new incitement for living
Always living before the world to inform.
These great minds of past and future
Who held the world wholly in their souls,
Who protected the earth from extinction of knowledge,
They carried it with great precaution through rough terrains
With all their love, they nurtured our planet.
With their brains to change, they toiled
These small men of sharp glow
Like the Nile tributaries they still flow
To mingle in unity with many thousands small mortals
Forming a great driving force
Through some idle cheap thinking
Scientists, leaders and activists
These great revolutionaries
The world still bores and worships
Mortals purely think immortal about these.
Legendary men substituting fantastic gods of the past
These likes; living within, unborn and those past
Carry the keys to open the future,
From the affluent,
I walk home deeply engrossed in thought
With the contrast soul confrontation.
Meanwhile back to consciousness
The path below is lost,
I look up and spot the moon as my only guidance
I stumble forward my eyes fixed high up
My feet unconsciously following.
I lost again
But then I’m home!
8th August, 2006
What is this rhythm you are inducing to me?
Does it have a heart to understand my pain?
And this soul-hugging words in your music,
Does it know the weight of my grief?
The candle in my soul is burning out,
My nights are colder than I thought
The hardened darkness face makes me cower
My dreams like spilled water on sand
Refuse to attach to my soul
Loneliness ever contagious dreams grip me its might,
I never knew I would be a victim
Of loneliness too cold fingers
Stuck at me like a lion on an antelopes throat.
The night is fading out
But my eyes haven’t enjoyed a close.
26th July, 2006