Tuesday 4 September 2018

Promise

Promise...asked me one day
Why do you promise ?
When you can't
Turning me into an unholy chant
I am like the sunshine and the dust
If you utter then you must
Keep my fame
Through pride or shame
Still if you miss me sometimes
I won't complain
Knowing your intentions were right
Yes, I am filled with myriad shades
So is Life...
And I am here to stay




Tommorow

Blood spills
Everyday
On frontiers
In corridors
Open fields
Inside chambers
Ripped apart flesh from bones
Raised hands banged heads
Scars that scream
Yet we sleep tonight
Praying for a new tommorow



Strangers & Friends

The guavas weren't ripe enough his ambitions were surely the sun too craved laziness he never did through mud filled paths and f...