WILD

Let's cut to the chase
and accept she's wild.
The pleasure is in her pursuits,
and her victories, in the mind.
She's incomparably adequate,
she's one of a kind.
The test of time her witness,
in weakness, peace she finds.
Her strength's golden,
her misgivings blind.
She wins when she wants to,
she puts her failures behind.

Let's cut to the chase
and accept she's wild.
Wild like the flowers,
wild like the fruits of the wild.
Wild like the lions,
wild like the cubs in the jungle .
She's wild like the cheetah,
catch you fast before you even cheat her.
She's wild like the deer, oh dear,
graceful and full of peace.
She's as wild as that tree that blossoms in the winter,
wild as that stream that flows in the desert,
wild as that storm that rages in the ocean,
getting whatever it wants and
getting rid of whatever's in its way.

Let's cut to the chase
and accept she's wild.
She's wild because the world is wild.
She yearns to embrace it, the world is wide.
Her ambition is priceless,
her motivation timeless.
She's wild because she has to.
Too much to live for,
yet too little a time to live it for.
She has to be wild..
See, the world is cold,
if you're mining for it's gold.
She has to win,
she wants to win.
But to win, she has to fight.
To fight, she has to be wild.

Let's cut to the chase
and accept she's wild...
we have no other option.
She's beauty and brains,
how wild could it get.
The weight of the world on her shoulder,
is the backpack with her books
as she goes to school.
To learn the art,
to finesse her walk out of this wilderness.
She's wild for the night,
she's wild for the day.
Whatever you say, she's wild.
Has been, is and will be,
till she gets that crown on her,
her beautiful head.
Wild, yes, she's wild.

The traveller's soliloquy

I walk a traveller on this road,

on this road that has been carved,

that has been carved in wood,

in wood and has been drawn,

been drawn on a canvas,

on a canvas, worn out yet new,

yet new of experiences,

experiences of tomorrow's painting,

tomorrow's painting, of tomorrow's footprints,

tomorrow's footprints of a traveller.

Footprints of a traveller, my footprints.

My footprints for I am that traveller.

My feet are full of dust, my shoes worn out,

my knees are weak, but strengthened,

by the wind I walk against, the rains I dance in,

the storms I run into, enlightening me with lightnings,

of acknowledgment, of approval..

Discouragements have been tides,

I've rose above, ridden over.

Disappointments have been trips,

I've taken aboard my spaceship,

but never tripped on them.

So now like Johnny I have to keep walking,

I have to keep stalking my dreams,

stroking my guitar strings,

as I sing myself hoarse into the greys of the nights.

Walking the talk, has never been harder.

Miles into my journey, the less I talk,

the less I have to prove.

The more I talk, the short I fall under.

Am human. I stink of mistakes,

almost as much, the scent of my victories.

It's a mystery.

For a journey with a history,

not as sweet as honey,

living days for tomorrow,

leaving stress and sorrow,

behind.. Solving puzzles,

walking through mazes,

and still, am I there yet?

When will this be over?

When will I walk and look not over my shoulders?

When will I walk and look to see the holder?

Of the prize of the walk at the end of the journey?

And we will sit by the bonfire,

reflections of yesterday woven into our conversations,

for what is life spent without motivation?

What is light bent without a refraction?

A beneficiary of a life well lived?

I'll keep walking till I get there.

For no other option have I;

I am a traveller.

Soul Speak

Soul Speak,
let our souls speak,
let our souls utter,
the things that matter,
speak to each other..
Let the lips of our souls touch each other,
speak to the peak of their voices,
make noises,
make choices,
to speak..


Speak the unspoken thoughts of our being,
speak the unbroken chords of our thinking,
make music to dance to,
poetry to snap to,
words of wisdom and knowledge, to live up to,
heights so high to reach up to.
Let our souls speak.
Let MY soul speak!


Yes. Let MY soul speak..
It's dying to speak,
it's dying to live and let live,
to express the unexpressed,
impress the unimpressed!
My soul seeks for heartbeats,
a background beat to it's lyrics,
a living rhythm to it's unspoken words!


Let my soul speak, just let it!
Let it speak in tones and undertones,
you never knew existed.
Let it speak in vocals,
you never heard at any recital.
Let my soul speak, just let it!
Let it speak to your soul...
Let them converse.
Let them chat.
Let them have a tete-a-tete,
face to face,
soul to soul..
Let our souls speak!!
Let them speak and promise me,
yes you, you promise me, that.,
you will be willing to listen.
You will be willing to listen to the words of old that are gold,
that will mold and behold,
you will stand bold and unashamed,
wiser and grown.
No regrets.

For before we begin to strip down naked to our souls,
ungag them and let them speak,
fearless of retribution,
unbound to persecution,
in our mentally conceived jail institutions,
our souls will not be free..
They yearn to be free,
they long to be released,
they desire to be out in the open,
unrestricted by what the society has taught us.
They are desperate to be freed..
Free to speak, free to teach,
free to express our inner emotions,
our will to live,
our drive to thrive.
Hashtag #TeamLetOurSoulsSpeak

What life is without death

Death is a pretty little liar,

a selfish coward with intents of fire

to life it's jealous of.

Like from a cough to a coffin,

often a stranger to familiarity,

an orphan to strength and credibility.,

adopted to stress and vulnerability..

he knows nothing but wants everything.

He's blind to happiness,

for all he sees is darkness..

Grief. Misery. Affliction.

Devoid of affection, full of imperfections,

a complexion reflection of ingratitude,

an unfair measure to lives lived,

good or bad,

untimely and annoyingly full of grudges,

from the past. Blasts of no hard feelings

turned into yes hard feelings.

It's a gift undeserved to many,

not earned, not fought for.

Why would death be so cheap?

Get some class, mate.. 

Life is a million steps ahead.

Why?

Because Life, to start with, is expensive.

Classy not trashy.. She's beautiful and

bereft of blemish. She is flawless.

Like a tigress, as vicious as she is,

can never eat her own cubs.

She's magnificent. 

Green of the shrubs,

Queen of the lands she treads on,

gracefully. 

She has learnt to speak peace

and love is her mother tongue.

Her smile is heart-warming 

and her tongue conveys no ill.

She is adored for her dealings,

with people from all walks,

because she's a gift not a curse,

she heals, she cares, she's there.

Always there when you need her.

Her presence ignites joy profound,

and her ability to exist anywhere,

makes this world a better place!

Seriously, what would the world be,

without her? Her-less? Life-less?

Yes. I knew you'd see it that way too!

The world would be lifeless.

But then again,

as beautiful as she is, often at times,

she's taken for granted.

Used, abused and misused.

She's gone through a lot. 

Different people treat her different.

But her value still remains.

she's priceless!

And what she is without death is a marvel.

A novel with a happy ever after tale,

a stream that never stops flowing,

a well that never runs dry,

a road that leads to fulfillment.

Yet.. All good things must come to an end.

The end justifies the means for her,

if she was well lived,

or undeserved.

Fantasy it would be: What life is without death.

Tomorrow is another day

One day today,
one day tomorrow;
The essence of tomorrow,
is in the presence of today.
Yes. Tomorrow is another day.
No. Today is not another day.
Today is the day tomorrow is born,
for yesterday is weary, worn out and gone.
Its fire is burnt out, the smoke is lost,
the heat of today, should be worrying you most,
that'll be better than yesterday's ghost,
even hotter tomorrow at any given cost..
You light it, don't fight it.
Live by it.
Breathe through it.
Heck. Even breathe it out,
through your nostrils,
because you mean business.
Business today, pleasure tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow is another day.

One Night Stand

It was a one night stand,
a one night stand with destiny.
It sure is not what she wanted it to look like,
but it is now, all she ever wanted.

Because tonight the sun will shine

Draw the curtains, raise the blinds,
like the morning light has touched the dew,
for it might be night but the day is new,
and few will see,
this light tonight I call magnificent.

Draw the curtains, raise the blinds,
the stars tonight won't shine,
bright enough, or, sparkle enough,
for the blind to see,
for the little children to wish upon.

Draw the curtains, raise the blinds,
the moon tonight will cower behind,
the calm emotionless clouds of the sky,
and the calmness of the sea,
will reflect not its rays.

Draw the curtains, raise the blinds,
blow out the candles and switch off the lights,
the rays of sunshine should well enough spread the life,
for this beauty I foresee,
will last a lifetime.

Draw the curtains, raise the blinds,
because tonight the sun will shine.