Philosopher's Pen

To remain alive for as long as possible To leave something behind 

To judge me you are right this time Lately I have judged my self each time the clock would chime I have been lost to my desire I never thought I would be trapped in between the fear and fire Burning in my heart Burning so much that it would hurt But more I want To hold back I can't I am trapped between being filial and fair  A moment I should not let pass like lung would air It is tied deep down like a blessed curse But a fragile heart is all a man has Test of faith I may not pass So fear not judging me I am lost, I too can see Fear not I am but a man

I have been through a lot untold Life's heat and cold I have made it to this old From whence I stand So I understand That it is not the making of any hand That you do not and may never understand  me. As much as l look, you I  do not and may never see Like the depth of the sea Blue and blinding deep We remain mysterious like sleep I understand if you never understand Even if the waters wash the story I keep writing to you on time's sand Circumlocuting  in a million ways Verbal monotony becoming the songs of my days I still will understand if you never understand 

A mistake he may have been A coital incident that could have been corrected by proper contraception  Wakefull realization made him think So he longed for a restful sleep But the night was not here Yet the day was more terrifying The hunger of the people he loved, No word of gratitude, Just insatiable needs that never seemed to end, Sacrifices not seen, Tears not told of Sweat upon the black brow Sweat of unapreciated toil Stuck reminder that he is a child of Adam Living the harsh pronouncements of yore Carrying on waiting for twilight for the day to close Carrying on to the twilight to fall a sleep Sound sleep Like a baby not yet born

💕 💕  💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕            💕  Some time wish I  Forget I could, how much you I adore And my life live like wind with nothing to restrain  But like a beautiful song trapped in a flute The ache longs to be expressed overwhelmingly Like a river breaking it's shore, rage free Like life born, bear hope with no fear Like a heartfelt song, bring back life But here I am bound to feel so strongly What to call the feeling I should find in the future  But here I am to feel so strongly longing for reciprocity But here I am to feel so strongly yearning to awaken anything May be something mutual even if not as strong Awaken something wrong  A need to break from the norms that ensalve A need to hold, yield and say the anthikable without shame A need to give and receive that which is free but most precious A need that would last forever

Free like a butterfly dancing on the wind, effortlessly moving through the air It's a beautiful expression of the soul, words flowing freely from the heart. There's no right or wrong way to write it, only a purity and authenticity

Sometimes I miss someone to say thank you Even no thank you would do People have forgotten the beauty of kindness  I long for a friend who would look at me And in those eyes I see gratitude Someone I could talk to Without having to win or agree I long to find someone I will never find A perfect human Miss perfect  Sometimes I hold on too hard Till my hands bleed but I still would not let go Sometimes I keep people too close to my heart to warm them Then I find my heart freezing Sometis I want to carry the wait of human kind I find they are heavier than the world I want to live long But my heart bears a different sentiment I try to find meaning in my brethren Buy my heart finds vanity Vanity and all I long for a meaning A greatful heart Love not romance Love profound Joy

Clay we are Fragile certainly fragile  We break and get broken Our hearts hope for forever But we knock and are knocked over We break and are broken  Break and get broken by people we adore People we rather had never broken or broke us Accidents in the high way of fond relationships It is never a plan to break anyone But we get broken anyway Mortal wounds are inflicted Dead relationships stink for a while Then they are buried underneath the grave of unforgivableness Memories sad but fond linger To watch over the grave lest the dead are exhumed 

What is wrong with love of a man That it should be as strong as an anchor in its cradle days Then be fible as a weak breez Is love stolen by time That he should understand? What makes love slip into cracks and cradices? How does an emotion so strong turn to ashes An emotion so sweet into a sad song

Friendship deeper than love A knot tighter than any can know A silver chord that would not snap Or a prayer that it should never end A longing to hold to a pleasure of its kind A sweeter sweetness almost pain A longing that shields A courage A peace A hope

You touched my hands That is how you opened the flood gates You kissed me straight in the heart How could I forget that You sparked And did a little more Like a star You dazzled An imprint you became in a lovers heart A lover would never forget A lover's longing you became and persisted Like lemonade sour and sweet Unsatisfying and unyielding A pain and pleasure to hard to give A treasure for sure Like a sad masterpiece Adored like confounding portrait of Mona Lisa A longing that would rather go and rather not A cord that would rather end and rather linger A taste that would rather persist Almost a blasphemy You stepped an inch closer to a diety How could I look into your eyes Without a thousand conflicting emotions I remember Every word of my promise They felt holly I remember I remember like they were engraved on a stone tablet in my heart I remember Like they will never grow old  I remember The songs we listened to and danced together I can't forget our unpopular choices The...

The eyes of the deep are blue But when you look closer they are not blue They are actually clear but when you look It turns blue Maybe blue means you can't see anymore Until you dive inside and the eye of the deep becomes clear But still deeper it is bluish Not clear And that is life Blue Not blue when you dive Bluish maybe But not really But entirely not blue

Laugh you not at mebecause you I love Spare me spite for pouring pure heavenly emotions I could be lucky, maybe not But still I pray Love me back a thousand fold If you never do, spare my heart  What is the price of loving you? Is it everything I am and more? Is it just my heart Or my flesh blood and tears I will give it all to you and more If I give all these and  my spirit is broken You are not to blame But helpe save my soul And my tomorrow They too are for you They yearn for you They are a gift Accept them In return give me gentle love That is all I want May be no more in this life Love I want to give and receive I want to love you But I have to love me too The next time you look at me And think of me a little less than I see my self I will be hurt, but I will not be broken The next time you say you would wish to leave I will let you go

Crazy, love, life and anything in between Skylines and waters Fallen in the sky Fallen like a final sigh Fallen Figuring it out Tied to boxes and fears Fiendish foxes and tears Friendish fiends and fiendish friends Skylines and rivers Are pure Let me fall in the sky Like a last sigh Not into an eye Alone into the sky Alone into the limitless endless 

Many a times wrong I do Occasions of good also show But my sins claim flamboyance And the world sees and sounds a dong  They seem to shine brighter than day Good seem deemer than dark Yet my deep desire is the inverse Where good shines like sun And sins are lost in grey Baby you are the one I count on to know me deeply See my good and show me gratitude See my flaws and say we could do better Be that which my spirit cannot be for me Say to me, "Whatever the world says, I love you baby boy"

Time may look like it is for you alone Yet by all your time is owned Time you waste is a loss to you And to all who through your time should flow Time you waste to arrrive at a date Is also your date's wasted time And all whose day your date's time should influence Time is a single entity which when lost by one Is lost by many who may never know

Speak gently to me my love I can see the stars of paradise in your eyes Lost in the beauty of your skies I don't want to be found I want to get lost Speak gently to me my love I have done all and more I can do All even what I would not do I'd do for you Speak to me my gentle one Like a silvery ringing river speak to me Like a star too high I pray reach for me Let me hold you in my hands and eyes Hold me in your eyes Hold me and let me touch your skin Kiss your lips and forgive my stubborn will Let me love you this minute That is all of life I live Let this minute be forever 

The only man who is selfish not Is one who up he has his ghost given One who not a word he would say For himself or against his foe Mind he wouldn't if you stepped his toe But one who in and out of his lungs air would go Would for no one fight more than his sorry soul Magnanimity is selfish born Selfish nature to be a human better Or for fear of a horrid afterlife self barter All is done for self alone And self sometimes wants good for all

All have a nakedness Every body, every home has a nakedness  Do not be ashamed when you remove your clothes or they fly off And all you see is a nakedness All have a nakedness No matter how well dressed a family is They have a nakedness A nakedness that can stink An embarrassing nakedness they keep in expensive clothes A nakedness that has to be cleaned from time to time A nakedness all the same Black or white nakedness Plain nakedness Son, daughter, friend Let us dress our bareness And bravely walk in the sun Clean out nakedness from time to time Dress it up, and keep moving

Abundance we have  Abundance we need In a universe transactional Abundance we give For the abundance we need For money  Abundance of time For time Abundance of money For love  Abundance of gift For gifts  Abundance of love For friendship Abundance of loyalty For loyalty  Abundance of true friendship All have the currency to buy their need  

What is #life without a lofty #dream A dream that seems so distant But the #heart would not let go The heart would not stop believing Even if it were to stop beating A dream beyond death

Angel The light of my dawn I will follow you till my dusk You are my own  Nothing less than a beautiful crown At the center of my golden heart Solution to my hurt Cure to my heart Nothing in life is above you Nothing but my God alone You and me are one Flesh I am, you my soul I wish to be with you forever Ever under and in your warmth Mother of my son You light my day  Like solar  golden rays Blue light from a calm sky You are painted in my heart Engraved in my eternity You are my high

Life Love And time  Are forever

This phone call tonight is not for a fight It is to tell you that on I am holding tight Through bright days and the nights of fright I hope to be your candle light That I will spend on you every thing, even my last might On you I will spend my last fire and fight I don't care how right Or not, but for you I don't mind a bullet bite I called to tell you that you are in my heart even out of sight I watch over you from the hight of a kite Protect you like my life depended on it Protect you and love you like a man who truly loves a bird I love you when on land and in flight I love you here  I love you forever

A river life is Downstream flowing Appearing the same but is different always Unnoticeably changing Still and steadily changing  A shaky figure appears when you peer Your reflection you see in the water turbid  In another human your soul The judgement you make is for you As righteous as you are In another your own sins you point Look into the river Your face you see

I love to live a quiet life When life mortal I leave A deafening silence A livid longing

It is okay to be tired To accept that there is a hole oozing out your vitality  To feel like you can't lift a finger And that you don't want to fight anymore Remember it is hardly ever smooth for anyone Nobody ever feels strong enough all the time It is ok to take a brake Sometimes you can surely break But remember no one has your feet So no one can really stand for you better than you You have your hands The helping hand can be more experienced or even skilled than you But will never be able to do your work like you Whatever it is You have to rise up as hard as it is Breathe in even if  you wish you would never breathe again Look into the blue sky where there is nothing Remember only you can stand for you And as long as you are alive you can still win

The problem is not knowing what to do The problem is not lack of the little resources The problem is not being without the right connection The problem is not being willing to pay the price To make the sacrifice To say bye to the little pleasures of life for the great ones The problem is the lack of will to stand longer in the cold Hold on to the race Having faith in the last jab The problem is lack of faith in the single brick Lack of trust in the soft stroke of motar on each layer of destiny Lack of will to do it by and by The problem is lack of will and ability to wait

Love is not convenient Love lives through nice and hard times Love is not perpetual agreement Love is deep understanding of individuality and unity Love is not always for the loved Love loves even when not loved Love is not deserved Love is a gift given Love is not always close to stay  Love can still love from far away Love not for the perfect Love is understood by those who forgive and are forgiven Love is not only for fondle  Love is also for brothers, nations and nature We not only live for love We also live because of love

A great lion is the one which looks away to shade it's tears The cab should not see a wrinkle or a frown They are like a fountain to their young ones That they should never lack water even when it is all dry A rock that covers the back of the cave so that inside is dry in storms A perfect cover that protects the pride from stinging cold winds The fire that keeps the inside of the cave warm The hope that shines in the heart of the pride The rain that brings the wild to life Sun that makes all life possible A foundation that never shakes A pillar that never breaks under whatever weight  A smile that never fades Bright eyes that radiate hope The King of the jungle of life

This life is a lonely Island Nobody knew anybody until they got here As much as people think they know anybody They know nobody still But they have a book penned by their own sweat, breath and blood All these knowledge is engraved in a place where they will never fade Sea of experiences and observations Pictures from the past paint the future It gets dark sometimes No light shine from yesterdays or tomorrow  It is hard to trust the sight But I promise One can trust the light of a beating heart 

People are proud They love when you look up to them They can hate when you look across the table They hate more when they look up you So my child People will hate on you Not because you are that bad Sometimes they are afraid that you will look at eachother across the table Maybe because they will look up to you If you fail my child It is not because of your colour or sex It is not because they hate on you It is because of you  My child It is hard for a person of our race to break through At home or abroad But people have made it through And have turned out better than diamonds So you know who you are Not how people look at you If a pink panther can dance more than a hating human It is better anyway and it will not matter in a free world So dance and don't blame the slippery floor Turn your waist the best you can even if you have no shoes Swing like a god even if your butt is bare Do your best let the world sleep with its care Dance if that is all you can offer

We shine like stars in the dark Beautiful like moon in the night Perfect like love We tell the stories of who we wish to be Show the person in us we really wish to be embraced and loved A million persons in a single body Many faces we wish not to be seen Many colours we wish we never had We fear to decide the wrong thing would define us The darkness in us from which the star shines The fear in us that creates bravery The lost in us tha makes us find a way The weakness in us that pushes us to full strength We hide in a mask that personifies Like layers in an onion Many faces that make face for the world is me Many faces that make me are also my face The faces that scare me build the faces that are loved

No one can compare two hurts just as it is for two hearts The object of injury may be the same but no two pain thresholds are the same Love is all love but love loves differently You cannot compare sorrow Neither can you compare joys  It is crazy to explain and that explains it all A humble heart is the eye of God Provide comfort without using your experience as a mirror Celebrate and quiet your success Live the moment of joy or sorrow for love not pride Love like air loves selflessly

The sun is nice I love the way the day births the night And how the night in its fullness births the next day A perfect life cycle A symphony orchestra that is only possible because I am someone you love Love songs find place in my heart where they are imortalized Making life a romantic fantastacy that begins with happily ever after Fearlessly flying through life  Like birds crushing through the rough winds soaring higher It is beautiful as it is scary But if my wings fail me And I can nolonger fly as high love me more  Hold me when I fall Hold me and breath life into my days Suture my wounded days so they never bleed into dark nights As I too will stand by you Sit with you watching the ocean waves crush into the shore I will hold your hands and make it all that matters Today let us celebrate life It is all that matters Smile with the wind Smile brightly and let out the sun burning inside us No days are better than these as much as better ones will come Let love be true honest...

I am just human My want is to breathe air Once more and one more time Once more again Again and again My desire is to dream Dream and live my dream Dream and be a dream I am an entity caught between time and eternity  Confined by opinions on what colour has to do with the mind I am a life tied to a definition by stereotypes  I am a being defined less than human I know it is greed A sense of entitlement that despises If everyone could just be a life If everyone could focus on their dreams If everyone could focus on the life they could live and let mine be If everyone could just step on their own piece of earth proudly And let mine be If everyone could just focus on their contribution to improving the human condition  And let me look at my own But I am just a man Living in a world where people could look at your skin At your  sex And think you less I live in a world where you and me have to fight Where free spirits don't just fit Where democracy is a long way Where the...

Everytime everything is new Even if you trapped a song in your heart Everytime you listen it is born a new Everyday everyone becomes a new Everyday everything is new A chance to learn a new

Primal instinct indelible in my pesonhood  Philosopher's pen is a dream A dream that never grows old A hope beyond every single breath A light brighter than any darkness  A longing than the need for life A desire to make a change beyond flesh It is a life's work A call beyond a life time Work without which life has no meaning It is everything 

Not everything you want belongs to you Sometimes they were not meant for you in any life Some time dreams are not just dreams Sometimes they are nothing more Love is a whisper of a song bird It passes if you don't hold it in your heart Somethings are meant to last forever Even so, sometimes they can only last so long Who knows what tomorrow brings Maybe I will wake up on the moon And the dreams will have turned to something more Maybe I will rise up on the sun and burn into day light Maybe I will rise to be the sunlight Who knows Whatever you want could have always been yours 

Time passes like the wind Legacies built one stone at a time Piece after piece Deliberately or not by little habits 

Things I have I have grown to be Things I loose I have not grown be I am yet becoming All the same grief is a natural process A lesson from the giver Life is beautiful when we are given and when it is taken It's joys and pleasures have a meaning  Life is beautiful the way it is

In every decision there is always a possibility that you could have made a better one Every action has a better alternative All in all The only choice you have is the one you have made Good or bad Wisdom is finding the best way to live it

Lord I am terrified of who I am Seeing this life passing like a river Wanting to stand on the high way leading to forever Love is a powerful and limitless emotion Love is all in this life But there is more than love we are still looking for Lord I am terrified of who I am Standing at the edge of this clif Watching love looking back at me Life passing like a river Longing to stand on the highway leading to forever After looking deep down into me I see a imperfect vessel desiring love Desiring to give love Weak and broken by the reflection of myself in the river I long

It is hard being one's self When there is no room to forgive When you can't face your flaws and promise to do better Everyday there is a reason to curse Have this feeling of a vessel with a hole Giving up hope seems most prudent But life is accepting that you are not as good today As you will be tomorrow Putting in work and better choices

It is infallible but not viewed thesame Never explains itself for how it is perceived Never looses value for how people feel about it Never changes to fit into an opinion Even when it is misperceived Like the sun, moon and stars, it remains thesame So never apologize for how you see or feel about things Always understand that the same things are seen and felt about differently by everyone Diversity creates creative ways and new opportunities  Respect people's thoughts and feelings without disregarding your own Find a middle ground and forge ahead  People don't have to do the right thing or be right every time It is just right and enough that they learn every time The world is perfect with all the imperfections Leadership is allowing everyone to experience themselves and explore their thoughts and beliefs Try new things and fail learn and may be eventually succeed Truth is simple but appears to everyone differently Just as you are a truth too and as such you will be seen 

 Sometimes fears steals life Clothed in level headedness Acting like a life saver Squandering opportunities Showing you all the things that could go wrong Closing your eyes to all that could go right Yet what is to be will be What is not will not Life is life and it happens

 Mirrors speak honestly Looking at this face, It seems to look back as if from another dimension of this multiverse  Living today like a life in another world Is this how minds are lost This is the crazy that makes sense Like a hole in the universe sucking in out of control and  something is in control There is never a reason to be in love  Maybe that is why everything does not make sense yet they are in harmony Getting lost in the deep fearlessly Giving in to this heart consuming fire comfortable with the screams sense Subconscious wide awake, subduing the conscious Aiming at a target out of sight Nothing has ever felt better than this moment Like a stars enduring into the day light; if the glory fades, at least these two would have lived today in eternity And  Muse, if  these eyes would be closed, This day would be pitched at the center of eternity

Love is not in black and white Sometimes the greyer shades reflect the true colour of the heart Grief and pleasure sing and play in unison Monotone seems satisfactory but sometimes not Sometimes what makes perfect sense is utter senselessness  Maybe a poem you should write is a taboo The future is not promised to anyone But sometimes the little hope maybe the hopelessness is the deepest desire Saying I love you is never enough Curses and promises are ordinary vocabulary  Nothing is really enough or too little in the face of love Never has love been clear Like a prophecy, it is interpreted from day to day Each omen meaning a million things I plead with you love Just love not looking at the promise tomorrow holds Just love for love's sake The world may be promised but if the world is not available for giving Just love for love's sake 

A man in the front lines always has stories to tell Some of joy and victories Some of anguish and pain Bottom line His life is always lived

What if your life was a candle And your spirit a fire What light will it kindle When the candle burns out And the fire leaves 

If God came to you And promised you for sure That you become extremely rich all your days but irredeemably foolish  Or extremely wise but never know wealth all your days What would your choice be? From your choice Who are you?

You are not great than me Neither I than you You are a light as I am And me as you I pass in the breath like you And you I You were made for my destiny And me yours You are greater than none  None is greater than you We are one and we are many That is perfect This moment leads to your tomorrow As mine does Dominions and power was made for you So we're they made for me Where you stand is different from me Yet our fate are knit so close Every price has to be paid Hail you hail me Hail all Hail above àll the maker of all

If there was hope and she is here now The same light is flickering through all my days However large or little I hold on to it close to my heart Steadily forging forth To the days of many days Even then new hope is born

A tribe looks into the sun Wondering if they had betrayed God or vice versa Their King shading a tear, not for himself but for a people Life was threatened  Fear for their children gripped them Hope for them dimming like twilight  Neighbors holding them in derision But one last torch was left unspent The torch of corruption and filth They hated it but that was their last hope After deep reflection and the King quiet The elders spoke and said " It is time to raise a mafia, whose filth matches the world Whose darkness can fight with their darkness Only he will be able to bring back our light Only he will fight for us"

The burden of the nation is on the shoulder of its people Like a donkey, they only work well when the master is kind Like a cow and it's calf are the citizenry and their families feed the master with milk and work their farms The two can only feed if and on what their master decides as much as they work for all of it In democracy the slave chooses the slaver, but does he really?

In th eyes of the world A fool is an honest man whose world he writes in black and white The wise one is a lier who can eat them all alive

Each minute we live we are dieing The dance is intricate The race is against time We live the best way we know how to How else is it possible No one is to blame Though the responsibility of each life belongs to the one who lived it No one is a fit judge Judgement is made before a moment is lived And the dues are earned right after If you are happy now That is good enough 

The sea has a hole at its bottom A leaky sea it is Drop and drop and drop On the surface nothing seems to be happening In the unseen A lot just happened The sea is emptying drop by drop Until the last drop This day it is a drop less

Thanks for all that went well We are grateful for all that went badly We are most thankful for their lessons Today was a life well lived We are thankful that we lived the best we knew how

My heart is not strong But I have to be strong for you I don't have faith but for your sake I believe I see the shadow of death in the valley All the same I have to walk through hopping you don't I want my pain to take away yours I want my tears to preserve your smile I want the weight I carry to lighten your burden My prayer is that the life I live should educate yours My hope is to make life better for you So you make it same for the people after you

The sands of time are fluid No position is permanent One the word will remember an old song The wisdom of unshaken earth culture That coexists with nature as if man was an angel The wisdom that saved paradise Until man thought uncivilization to be civilized Making the world to loose everything Then they suddenly believe the inverse Sanity seemed wild and the calm of the country became boring Fast life, fast food first to the grave Young but without health of body and mind Lost to nature

Life is short Love is forever Love wants nothing Expects nothing It is nothing Yet it would give everything Lif is short But love is forever 

My friend No one has biwitched you You have struggles Everyone has them You have weaknesses People like you are alive and are prosperous Look into your self That is the witch holding you back That is the enemy of your progress Look deeper That is the friend who wishes the best for you He loves you and hopes you live to see a better you Then choose to fight and win the war against your self Only then will your light shine

Nothing withstanding This is the perfect time It is the best time If I am happy now That is all that is all that matters Tomorrow is a figment of my imagination Yesterday is not worth anything anymore This moment has all the opportunities ahead of me Not withstanding the circumstances Happy or sad

It is not wrong to be rich It is not a sin to have it all Be able to live the way you love Love strongly as you live It is not evil to have all the money in the world after a fair day's work It is indeed a blessing to be bigger than you Have your hand touch every home Your heart light every hope My son you were born to serve the world So have all the money in the world But never let the money have you Remain as hummble as when you had nothing Work for more than you Live larger than your pride Live and be life Live

I hold on to everything Because this love is everything to me It is a risk I take For it turns my heart into a toy But if this love ever gets over I am terrified of love For to this love I have given everything And it has given me everything I never knew love would terrify so Love has proven sweeter than an angel That is the reason why it is so scary So I have given everything And everything I have gotten in return Now I sit under the shelter of gold Hoping it holds

 The purpose of human life is to triumph Triumph over his own nature to achieve his superior self He must turn into nothing to be everything  To be able to look at his face in the silver lake The war is not with the world or its people But with ones own shadow From which dark magic finds its hold The lie that everything is more important than nothing Moving towards light that brings forth life He will see that nothing is more valuable than everything Only then will any man stand above all limits Commanding everything from nothing Only then will all knowledge he needs in life be put in his hnds Only then will he see

Today I lived another day The last may be not yet But another perfect day I have seen the perfect and blameless Despite the sins Perfect and blameless The shadow of me Perfect and blameless despite all his sins Perfectly from me Love will look and see From me perfect and blameless  

 Love is all we hold on to for real Money is just a wall hanging Love is the the house we live in  Maybe love lives and is worshiped in us Love is surely God because we are made of love Love is so confusing it is in constant fight with fear Hate jealousy and weakness Only true love ever triumphs Love never truly dies 

When you don't have much And the greatest inheritance is your flesh You begin to enjoy the oxygen, The agility of your bones The beauty of your friends You get to know that the best things in life come free to us We just live every second worried over nothing really Life happens to all of us So does the dusk

When two are joined in the heart they become one for sure I lived to see you happening to me and me happening to you That is magic When you smile the joy is not mine but like a mirror I smile like the feeling were in me When I smile and you smile and when I am happy you are happy That is magic When you are in pain I feel it too, when I am in pain you seem not to rest The pain is not yours but you are in pain May be that is dark magic It is in explicable how two are one and how one are two That is magic It just seems right and perfect even in pain tearing a part is excruciating In laughter it is impossible What is born of love is more beautiful than existence I would not give it away Not even for an exciting feeling For I have tasted love And it is magic

Life is pragmatic Everything falls into place Despite that being the truth The next piece of the puzzle is only obvious because of the previous Each choice unfolds the next Each decision completes the picture Life is magical Each piece of the puzzle can change The picture can change depending on the piece you fit Life is not obvious But nothing is more pragmatic

I have lived and I have learnt I have spoken to my heart to kill "I can't" I have seen that the odds are often left at odds When the when faith beats stats  When everything seems not to work There is always something at work I have met many reasons to give up But I have always held on to the single reason to have faith This has always worked The reason is bigger than the obstacle

God my maker I thank you for creating me Giving me a chance at life Om my maker I pray for an abundant life A life that overflows to everyone I have spoken their name I have seen their face Or I have made any contact with Bless everyone including those who hate me Raise those who desire my downfall Heal the wounds of those who wish me sorrow Bless those who bless me Multiply the happiness of those who wish me joy Multiply me among them too Let my territory be boundless Let my granaries and that of my children never run dry Oh God Let my people never lack Let plenty be all I know Teach my Saul gently to use all in my hands to warship your name Let me use my blessings to bless many Ohh my God Let everyone I bless be multiplied Let them too be boundless God Make me a fountain for the blessings of nations Let nations be blessed because I lived Let me see you in everyone And let everyone see you in me Be my guide and guard Walk before me and behind me Let your power encompass me Let your fa...

At the midpoint of my life I must have seen almost half of that which I would see before retiring I have tasted the sweetness of days I pray there are yet more to come With confidence I can look into your eyes and say Pleasure is not what you want Pleasure often is poison A delusion of accomplishment Which is the deep desire of each breath we draw Pleasure is the lie we pursue when we fail to grasp our grand dream Accomplishment is what we feel when we have reached the sun and not gotten burnt Pleasure is reaching the sun When you over indulge you get burnt Look into your eyes and have that talk with your self

Many times I have felt like giving up So many times success has seemed illogical Far from SMART thinking But the cost of giving up has always been my motivation The consequence of not believing But success has always finally showed Life doesn't have to make sense the first time you look It is just made up of opportunities That turn the unrealistic dreams SMART Everything slowly fall into place Believing in the possibility of the impossible Is smarter than smart more often

The beauty of life Is when you start solving a problem It starts getting solved When you think you can't solve a problem You will not start solving the problem The problem never gets to start getting solved All in all Starting is the big deal There is always a way to make life bearable

Insane described all of us many times It is crazy to think about it but no other description best suits We are foundamentally out of our mind when we look back to the days when a day like this was our dream Yet from where we stand this day is far from the dream we see Certainly something is wrong with us seeing this day as troublesome forgetting how much we prayed for a moment like  The only sound things are life and time Somehow the two take us as far as we see But may be it is ok to se further when you move as far as you could see And not okay to forget how much you wished to be here and be thankful As much as you see new and better May be most of the time we have a reason to thank as we dream for as much as we can see

I have a million things to be thankful for A thousand reasons to smile But my heart seems to be under a cloud I can't see the sun I push it hard, I. can't forget to say thank you Not afraid that this day could be the last I hope that some day my true light will break Maybe not this night I am holding on to hope Many of my hopes have come to pass Many are yet to come Lord touch my heart, push the door to my destiny Let me find rest where I am truly found Tonight let me say thank you Even with a reason to cry I have a reason to smile Let me say thank you Every with a thousand reasons to give up I have a single reason to fight Lord let me say thank you Even when the world is dark, however weak, I have a light inside Lord thank you Even with so little strength, I have enough to stand

Coitus for democracy happened during the promulgation of the second Constitution From the look of things fertilization was successful This pregnancy is very painful Unfortunately we can't tell the length of gestation It has been more than ten years since the journey began But the bump has not even lifted the abdomen of governance We don't know what is happening This pregnancy is threatening to abort Spontaneously or from induction of political activities Devolution is the umbilical cord that feeds our hope But it is being reaped from the spirit that inspired the desire for this great progress We hold our breath for the gestation to be completed I am told only one coitus counts The rest is a pass time We just have to sit with bated breath I hope democracy is born in my life time Painfully the journey still looks long on this bumpy roads This nation is nursing its pregnancy I hope it is strong enough to rise to the occasion

We only live once We love forever

The music was high and an equaliser for all in the pub Seemingly touching each heart uniquely To some the music was nostalgic others exciting To others it was calming All in all it was setting the mood right Booze was flowing to the depth of every pocket The attitude was one of not judging anyone Everyone minding their own business What this business was was not particularly clear and no one was concerned I was left guessing what had brought us all to this venue The waiting ladies and gentlemen must have been drilled to this It was assumable that it was the business of making money that had brought the all to the venue But who knows? A group of young men was dancing at a corner Probably making a memory for when they grew old An old man was holding a cute lass close to his chest Maybe he was remembering his old days A group of men in their thirties was seated quietly as if they were observing the entire crowd They came in together but they were silent It could be they were licking their...

I have lived today Not so happy with how I have done But I am sure I have done my best I have poured my heart to the task I have given my all and I have done my best My best has not been good enough even for me But I am satisfied  That I did my best in the circumstances

Love is a conflict in the soul A bridge where two worlds meet And a river between two lands A fire that burns the mind but sooths the soul It has been a journey for us to stand in this place smiling But felt the pains yesterday I don't even know how I made it to this day Yet love like a fire consumed all that made me feel alive the day before I am left in awe over the possibility that even the pains in a crushing heart feels like hope The wonder of how a smile of a lover is a single word close to a tear Who know what is love, that should be gentle and kind but rides you on its back like a wild stallion? Who knows love that should not keep records of wrong but keeps a record of them but never grows faint? Who knows love that should understand all things but never seems to have a mind to? Who knows love that would not even know itself? Like a stranger in my self I sit in solitude in this uncharted forest Lost to my self I hope my love finds me in her heart waiting for her I can see h...

When I was little, I thought some day I would make something that no body had ever seen. But the world always told me otherwise I almost believed, Then I WAS BORN AGAIN To DREAM AGAIN This is when I REALIZED HOWEVER REALISTIC A MAN IS TOMORROW IS A DREAM And it is so sweet to dream Knowing that living is the art of dreaming done wakefulness.

Trying my best to write a perfect story Somehow imperfections come Even my perfect imagination is imperfect I try to put every spelling right to coma and full stop perfectly Somehow they find a way of falling out of place I know that that it is not ok but the story of my life is turning out somehow as I wished it But with unexpected twists of fate Unexplained turn of events Opportunities come but somehow nature plays mischief Now that I am about to write a perfect chapter my computer crushes Will I be able to remember the flow after the this day Mhh, how much control do I really have I don't know I sometimes I wish I made a different choice I know I made this one I am living with in good faith Why does it end in bad taste? How much good will is because of the choices made How much of it is just a wild Stoke of undeserved luck? Silly question because dumb mother nature would not speak Silent father time will always tell when he is too spent to change anything Life is a silent song L...

I see you looking at me  I know you wonder how perfect my life is How you wish you had a minute of my existance How you would glide on the nineth cloud may be higher I see you look at me  But I wish to tell you that I also wonder how i have survived this  intensive care unit I call existance I have also wondered how breath has clung to this bones I wonder how I made it to twenty two When every minute of that breath I feelt like a stranger to my self Always feeling like running a way from my body  Lost in my own skin Scared like a mouse but I had to keep a brave face I wish to tell you I understand the feeling of terror in the face of conversations I am very familiar to the long the heart to stop beating I am well vast with the feeling of the thread of judgy gods holding a soul to life And insufficient conviction of afterlife pursuading the mind to hold on a little longer All in all, I have been on delicate life support of a whimsical desire to succeed And the need to...

Not made of flesh or bone Beyond sight right before the many eyes Wading an invisible terrain of unearthly dimensions Trying to figure out the right path in the world and beyond Holding your hands hands and forging forward No turning back even if you wished to The best bet is taking a new direction on the invisible's wise counsel Bearing the weight of consequences Good and otherwise Finding ingenious ways to shield you from bullets, arrows and spears Planning for tomorrow for the expected and unexpected Whether it is too tired it has to get up and go on Even when its owner is locked down The invisible guardian gets out to the stormy weather, rocky terrain, thorny field and often lash grass Consistently going through the hustle to get to the greener pastures sometimes also hurts The wounds if not cleaned become many and they fester So, remember, the invisible guardian has to take time to heal Before an illness rolls a six And bingo!!!! The center gives way and you have to start agai...

Twenty two years down the line An old grief comes visiting Like a thief robbing me of my happiness When he passed I did not know how to shed a tear I dived across the floor to feel some pain But all I felt and still feel is a shape shifting emptiness That can become anything at anytime From a longing, anguish, and many more faces than I have words to say  Now twenty two years down the line I shed tears for the passing of my old man Who died as young as I am today Twenty two years down the line I wonder what he could have done to make my life better Not the my life is not good enough But there is this feeling that there is something we could do together There is this persistent feeling that we missed something we could do together I close my eyes and shade tears that would and should never show One tear that I should have shade twenty two years ago but never showed I sigh looking at my little boy Thinking that grief is crazy And scars never really heal

It has been a journey and I guess the path is still long From the day I yelled without any particular message to this day that I speak and the world listens It has been a long walk from the days when my mother was embarrassed for my bad choices to this day that I carry my own burden It has been a long way when I attended family gathering not worried of the cost it took to make them to this day that I have a hand in making it great The journey has been from when it was good enough to be a member of a united family To this point that I have to make our family united I have journeyed from the place that I needed to be understood to this day that I have to understand Deep down I know people care but I understand that I have walked long enough to be cheered on to walk on my feet Everyone hopes that they have done their best to make me walk this journey Despite their many mistakes I still think they did their best and if they knew better they would have done Today I stand in a place where ev...

By all means be rich There is nothing wrong with having all the money you wish to have To buy that beautiful car and find a person you can become that powerful couple And traverse the world However remember that you may never have everything If this never happens Make sure you lived to your life Try not to die with a song haunting you to be left loose No dance should ache your bone No love should be left unloved Live with the living above all live with your life Keep a sober mind and be careful about pleasure Do not becaught in the baseness of glatony, drunkenness and uncontrolled sex Experience all things and make mistakes without blaming anyone If you make a mistake do not blame yourself for too long Do not look to the left or to the right But straight aheade to the person you want to be That person that you wish people to believe you are Do not live in time like it would never end Spend it judiciously than you would money Think of the value it would give towards you becoming who you...

Growing up is like running in a maze looking for a way out Everyone seems to know exactly how you need to turn out except your self There are these moments when you feel lost and as if no one will ever understand you This feeling like you need to figure out the society and yourself right won't leave your back You sometimes feel like you are wading in mistakes Sometimes you feel trapped in choices and lanes defined for you Know that a lot of people understand Even so they will still have an opinion of how you should turn out However, you have the power to decide how you become A time comes when things start getting clear When you start feeling like you are actually in a place that you need to be but for a while But this constant need to keep moving never leaves The responsibility for your launch for the next destination never leaves your hands Your present is your handy work Your future is clay before you to mould No one is responsible for who you are or will become Yesterday is gon...

The body is strong but the soul has given up The free stoic is in a place he rather never be Time flies like wind squandering it's self with planty to choose from the dinner table of life Life today happens as payment for yesterday The stoic's sins are his sins and he lives in no deception He wishes to give away his gohst  He has lost taste for immortality and remembrance The free stoic is living like a ghost Not fullfing anything with a desire to be released His civic duty is not fullfulled and hopes only that in his life he sparked a fire He is grateful for the far he has walked and the unpromised future But today his bones have lost the fire and his eyes the flair Today the stoic feels what it means to be a coward But as long as there is life there is hope

I have tried to be a nice guy But is as hard as being one's self Especially when people want your happiness to depend on them being happy My baby, it is time you realized that it is your choice to make Whether to be a nice guy or a real guy A real guy like the sun who will bask in the morning but burn at noon Feels too weak to shine in the the night but give a hand to the moon from far away A real guy like the moon who will shine light for people who are lost in the darkness without expectations Feel too weak to shine in the day but some days show up anyway Even when her presence is not loud, I am told she stands in the sky every day and night A real guy like the stars who will show a voyager the way not caring what zodiac they possess  A real guy who makes their mark not withstanding their strengths and short comings 

I pick each day like a purse full of gold coins I sometimes forget how lucky I am to wake up alive But sure it is more blessing than can be imagined To just open eyes to daylight A brand new chance to do better than yesterday I may never change the past and the things that hurt me But I can change the things to come by my choices I can still choose who  I will be when I close my eyes and can't open them When the future is no longer important for me but the past You wonder why I work so hard looking at my last act Why every minute seems to paint a heart that would look excellent posthumous  I hope to live every minute as real as I can I true congruence with what my heart believes It is the hardest thing to do but nothing feels better Life is a chance to be happy and to please my soul more than anything But it only matters if all I do does not make my soul satisfied Worshipping God would be a dishonest act if it does not make me truly happy Tearing from my truth would be an act ...

He sits alone in a silent corner of a dark room Trying to make sense of everything Everything is senseless at that moment Life seems to be worth everything Yet everything is worthless in his eyes He wonders why God had to make life in the first place and hopes it is not blasphemy No one wants to step on the toe of God more so those who hope heaven will offer a better home He is ashamed to admit that deep down he longs to be home Home is not this dark room filled with self doubt, anxiety and sorrow Home is where in the least he feels nothing Everyday he tells people to keep hoping but he  has lost all hope The only hope he has is that he will one day hope again Not hope to be rich or famous But to be happy for just a moment He hopes to slip over on his happiest day That is his dream He calculates how best to make his wish come But such days are to pracious to waste on fatal thinking He looks up to God Hoping not to offend Him and he prays for hope He prays that someone would listen ...

Wings of time, I am told you can fly faster than the wind You travel from end to the end of seas season in and out Yet you fly so slowly when I wish you could fly faster I am told you are a healer Why are you doing your work so patiently Why can't you touch the bones and flesh that have fallen out of place in a snap I am told you also give mercy to the lonely Why can't you give it when it is needed the most Wings of time Fly with me to what is logical for a life Wings of time  Show me the logic of life Show me the ultimate calculation Show me the final answer to my unknown Show me my x

When the ink drops on the page The persona is tabularasa  He cares neither of the wind nor calm The poet is the all-powerful God Midway the page The persona loses himself In the process of self-discovery Experimentation in the name of experience For no stroke of the feather is the same Somehow he knows that the poet decides the last stanza Whether the story is a happy ending or a tragedy Despite taking control The poet is firmly in control The persona is completely without control Or maybe the poem is a perfect tango between the will of the persona and the poet The free will of the persona is as long as the tither of the poet The twist of his fate is a product of his will And the desire of the poet However, the poem ends The concept is tragic

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

Sometimes all the shit come at once like a major episode of dysentery They catch up with you in terrible places where your shame should not show People look at you clean and healthy not knowing how long you have been holding it up for their comfort And may be for the safety of your reputation You don't feel sure if letting a little fart would let the whole thing out So you hold up even the list of your pain Fearing it would embaras you Yes emotional dysentery  Very painful but you can hold it up for days months years and may be more But one day it catches up with you The you spill the manure in the place you were always expected to be mature Or it kills you because suddenly you can't breathe I know that it is hard to let it go But a talk with me can do you some good Don't hold it up