Moving on

In this world so busy, 
May it be an electron, 
Or it may be an ant, 
May it be star in the sky, 
Or may be planet, 
All are busy in their own journey! 
This world revolves so well, 
Polarity takes place, 
Positive and negative, 
May it be charges or may be human attitude! 
Never judge anyone, 
May you be a judge or not, 
You are limited by time and space, 
What stuff brought you here, 
Brought others also! 
one may be in a hurry, 
may be desperate and in fury, 
You are not here a jury, 
Life is an oven, everyone get baked here! 
No one here can walk straight, 
know thyself and thy fight, 
Be compassionate, 
Everyone is fighting with his own fate! 
No one knows destiny or destination, 
No one knows anyone's state, 
One has to pass through several phase, 
everyone has his own problems to face! 
World is divides into two, 
One can't understand the other, 
No matter on which side one may be
It doesn't matter, 
One is seen and another is seer, 
But can't decide, it is not one way affair, 
One can't decide who is fair or unfair, 
This world is like a big fair! 
One who has won himself will know others! 
electrons and protons, 
North pole or south pole, 
They have their own role! 
Be a neutron, for even neutron, 
To remain as neutron, 
It Has to move, 
stationery will disintegrate, 
So be neutron, move, move move on your way, 
If you rest awhile, you may disintegrate, 
Keep busy always and move till the end! 

Life as you know !!

The past is the past.
So why isn't it ok to ask? 
Finally at last
We all hold fast
to something outlast
only to be harassed
by something miscast.
The present is now.
We must all bow
Because of how
No one may take a bow
We must all allow
For what is going on now.
The future is to come.
It can ruin your life as it falls crumb by crumb
Everything is just so dumb
So i sit and play with my thumb
Because my mood is just so glum
The thoughts of things to come
Just keep me so damn glum. 

Cheating

Thinking without doing
Is just cheating
Doing without thinking
Is also cheating.
Breathing is living
Living is not only breathing
Living is something
Beyond breathing 
Beyond cheating. 

Tonight

"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
"Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
Tomorrow's gone- we'll have tonight! 

Who live by the sea

People who live by the sea understand eternity.
They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, and the saltiness of their blood coresponds with the sea.
They know that the house of flesh is only a sand castle built on the shore,
that skin breaks under the waves like sand under the soles of the first walker on the beach when the tide recedes.
Each of us walks there once, watching the bubbles rise up through the sand
like ascending souls, tracing the line of the foam, drawing our index fingers along the horizon
pointing home.

The cry of my heart

Your hands are not too short
To embrace me
Nor your ears too deaf to listen
To the cry of my heart
I am here for you
Longing to be with you
Listen to the longing of my heart
Listen to the cry of my heart
You lift me up when I was down
You made me strong, when I was weak
You made me whole, when I was broken
You listen to the cry of my heart
This, I promise you
From this day on, 
I will serve you Lord
I will listen to the cry of my heart

freedom

It must be a winding road
On the road to freedom
Freedom not to hurt other people
Freedom with kind words to share
Not to look down, but to lift us up higher
It is not too late..give it a try.

Learn to share

It isn't about what you see with your eyes
when you point them up to the sky's
or what you think is lurking about
in an empty dark house, 
that gives you the shivers, 
that makes you want to shout.
It isn't about what you believe, 
it is about the life you live.
It is about the choices you make, 
about what you give and what you take.
the Divine intelligence is there
you will see it when you learn to share, 
when you learn to give
more then you receive 

Silence

Silence speaks 
Silence screams
Silence talks louder then any word
that cuts true the heart like a sword.
Silence echoes in my ears
to my eyes it brings tears
Silence drives me around the bend
what's the problem i don't understand
Silence is a weapon of your choice
To cut trough my heart like a sword
with out saying a single ward 

My ignorance

When wisdom is lost what do we use to find it? 
If the head is cut why should the cap become prominent? 
Where the wall is broken, who clamors for keys? 
When the man is burnt who still looks for beard? 
'Tis only a fool that looks for the mark of cut in water
He only can look for the tracks of flight of birds
Or better still want to know what the corpses eat in the grave.
When wisdom is lost, the elders dance naked in the markets
Passing calabashes of palm wine in merriment.
Sleeping while riding their bicycles.
Where wisdom is lost the cobra looks like a rope; 
Yes an ill wind that blows no one good
Oh why should the footless die fighting for shoes? 
Or the toothless die for bones? 
I am confused. Yes logically paralyzed.
On the wheel chair of wisdom, I see
Where the elders defecate in the open
On paths where their off springs tread, 
And in market squares where it must be
That in four days they must be back
When the offenses of odor its peak just reached
That means logic stand on its head
Wisdom lost its path
Then in the town of the blinds, 
Where a one eyed man is found, 
Who shall be the king? 
Let the young flies be warned, 
The animal that is slow lives longest in the forest.
But it needs little wisdom to know, 
That is the fly that is ill advised
That enters the grave with the corpse.
When you prove me wrong, 
My apologies I will tender; 
And my ignorance I must admit.
Before warned, I was told, is before armed. 

Come to me

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong

I love you

No words I write can ever say How much I miss you every day. 
As time goes by, the loneliness grows; How I miss you, nobody knows! 
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name, But all I have are memories And photos in a frame. 
No one knows my sorrow, 
No one sees me weep, 
But the love I have for you Is in my heart to keep. 
I've never stopped loving you I'm sure I never will; 
Deep inside my heart, You are with me still. 
Heartaches in this world are many But mine is worse than any. 
My heart still aches as I whisper low, 'I need you and I miss you so.' The things we feel so deeply 
Are often the hardest to say, But I just can't keep quiet any more, So I'll tell you anyway.
There is a place in my heart
That no one else can fill; I love you so, Dad, And I always will. 

To my daughters

A Dad is a person who is loving and kind, 
And often he knows what you have on your mind.
He's someone who listens, suggests, and defined.
A dad can be one of your very best friends! 
He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong, 
A dad can be patient, helpful and strong In all that you do, 
A dad's love plays a part.
There's always a place for him deep in your heart.
And each year that passes, you're even more glad, 
More grateful and proud just to call him your dad! 
Thank you, Dad... for listening and caring, 
for giving and sharing, but, especially, for just being my dad 

In Africa

In Africa the lion is no more
The jungle not his home
For he now opens a door
The corridors of power he is seen to roam
In Africa the monkey has left his tree
In Africa the snake no longer hides in the grass
In Africa bird and beast are all but gone

Too-quick

We move, the wheel must always move,
Nor always on the plain,
And if we move to such a goal
As wisdom hopes to gain,
Then you that drive, and know your Craft.
Will firmly hold the rein,
Nor lend an ear to random cried,
Or you may drive in vain,
For some cry ‘Quick’ and some cry ‘Slow’
But, while the hills remain,
Up hill ‘Too-slow’ will need the whip,
Down hill ‘Too-quick’ the chain. 
Politics

Our hidden place

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves
a place where we go to get away, 
To think things through, to be alone.to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings, 
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes, all our needs, 
all our dreams
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design, 
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel, and to share all the reason, all the uncertainty, and all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm, 
Then quietly settles down in there own corner of our special place.
Where a bit of themselves will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend

Watching the sky with lifeless eyes.

Thanks for wishing away our whole lives;
How would you like it if it was your life?
So let us lie down and close our eyes,
While we wipe our names from golden slates.
A timeless passion equalized,
While the days roll by uncompromisable.
Hands age, eyes weep,
As thirty years goes by in a heartbeat,
And a lifetime in one week.
Not so long ago the days were long,
But today the sun leaves us prematurely,
While the sky says farewell to brothers.
Thanks for looking us in the eyes,
And telling us all the lies,
That seemed so true once upon a time.
Let us stay ageless upon a world so ageist,
And perform in a world that’s stageless,
With all eyes on one life,
Will we ever noticed your life,
Watching the sky with lifeless eyes. 

O.. Forever, still only seconds

One day to remember where we come from, 
The revolutions of joy and sorrow, 
That spin the earth, 
Make lives, take lives.
One week to look back and laugh, 
Because though it hasn't been long, 
It will soon be long, 
And we'll be waving goodbye for the last time.
One month to find ourselves lost again, 
For sitting here is getting old, 
Watching the faces age and break, 
But so be the shattering effects of life and time.
One year to find ourselves aging for the last time
The cycles of one life, 
Become the end of one life, 
But still the fantasy lives on.
Ten years to feel nostalgic, 
Let the clouds take us down, 
For the days were plenty, 
But still we stood broken.
100 years for death to do us part, 
We came, we left, 
But is the world any less blind? 
Or were all the moments just moments.
1000 years to watch the world crumble, 
And realize life is inferior, 
To what it could be, 
To what it should be.
One million years and still only seconds have passed. 

I wonder if we were ever meant to fly.

Sometimes the whole world spins out of control, While 
sometimes everything seems to makes sense. But sense is just man’s perception of sanity.
Sometimes life’s simplicity are deceivingly so. 
Sometimes complication fades away into the night, A time of solitude and unawareness. 
Sometimes the night’s a place of all-knowing, The answer to Nbms’s knot.
Sometimes we can’t save ourselves, 
Sometimes we need a golden angle... An angel to fly down from the heavens and cast a shadow of forgiveness.
Sometimes angels don't have time to save humanity, 
Sometimes humanity can’t be saved.
Sometimes pain doesn't lead to perfection just more pain.
Sometimes practice doesn't make perfection just mediocrity.
Sometimes what we want more then anything is the one thing we can’t have.
Sometimes the slightest ray of hope becomes a moment of certainty.
Sometimes we wake up and realize that it’s all a dream, The prospect of impossibility rears once more.
Sometimes we realize we were never asleep.
Sometimes the possibility of salvation is enough to make those most sane to ask questions, Questions of conditional importance
Sometimes time stops .. Stops without a whisper, Without warning or heed.
Sometimes we aren't ready for reality to reset.
Sometimes dreams are just dreams .. But sometimes they are gateways .. Gateways to our desires .. Desires hidden beneath denial and sanity.
Sometimes it would be easier to lose sanity, Lose it on an unlit trail. A trail that the lucky few venture, And none speak of.
Sometimes false annulments keep us from speaking our thoughts, Keep us from telling are deepest desires.
Sometimes only the earth listens when the sky is the only one you want.
Is it ... sometimes better to settle for second ? 
When first place prize is more then a medallion, More then oxidized metal.
Sometimes first is life.
Sometimes second is regret, 
Regret for not telling the sky your thoughts, 
Regret of staying earthbound.
Sometimes the sky is more then clouds and sometimes those clouds make faces, The faces of our dreams.
Sometimes a face is all it takes to stop the world from spinning.
Sometimes a face is all it takes To keep us all on the ground.
Sometimes I wonder if we were ever meant to fly. 

Last photo

For all these photos made us laugh once, 
But today they’re just photos.
All these picturesque titles tell a story, 
But no one knows how to tell it.
All these names are meaningless, 
But still we learn them to heart
And tomorrow they’ll come to pass.
For all the angels have fallen today, 
But still we say nothing more.
Without silence we’d never recognize, 
All the thoughtless gestures.
For all these songs made us cry once, 
But today we’re as hard as stone, 
And as translucent as the rain that falls.
Not everyday is worth living, 
But they all must be lived; 
To find the days that are.
For these words made us smile once, 
But we all read beyond literary masterpieces
From time to time.
The hollow shells will float to the surface, 
If we’re ever going anywhere.
The truth goes done hard, 
When our heads are clear for once; 
But I guess it beats, a lifetime of denial.