I saw it in your eyes You envy me You have dreams to fly like me Amidst mountains and valleys and cross oceans. I don’t like the way you eat What do I eat ? I live on whatever little you drop here and there Small things suffice Since I have a small appetite and... Continue Reading →
When my womb breathe again
Dim Dim are those chances Which aren't shining so bright But Heart sees the tunnel And the end has some light Like my chance to Hold a fire fly See a flower bloom Climb the Mt.Everest Tour this world or Make wild love tonight And go right to the moon.. Getting my childhood back Or... Continue Reading →
A Rube within.
Simplify I don’t know if or not I believe in the word reincarnation. What if life is just this what you have right now and when you are dead - you are gone-done and dusted forever, just like a bulb when it fuses is thrown into the bin. Consider yourself like a fused bulb/tube which... Continue Reading →
Constant Where are you now ? In the whispers of the night As I glance the sky I feel you guiding me to the Orion and to the clusters above They hold a whole new world within , you would say.. You changed lanes and disappeared Leaving a void never be filled Faded into an... Continue Reading →
Mercy It's 2 AM in the morning and he is sitting outside his home with the brown street dog who broke a leg last month , feeding him the biscuits from his pocket. He somehow manages to save some shillings every night for the biscuits before spending it all on getting wasted and drunk. He... Continue Reading →
Black A mysterious colour so unknown It's a part of me and within my soul consuming me at times till I open my windows To stream some light. I like it more on my outside though Covering my circumference To a leaner glow And for compliments that I adore; when I embrace you Outside my... Continue Reading →
An every morning affair ...
Fragrance So vivid yet strong Each different from the other It trickles my memory A feeling so known This fragrance brought with it A whiff of days bygone Of stories still fresh It brings back a memory Mostly sweet Seldom pain Is this some kind of factory My olfactory sense So sharp and precise With... Continue Reading →
My Life Is My Making 
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