For whom do I write

'Ah' who doesn't like a bit of fame

For what is said, is said to be heard

But if one were to ask

Would I say still, what I have to say

If there is indeed no one to hear

I would say 'yes'

For even in the black, blank void

What I say, echoes onto my soul

For I am my eternal audience

life and death

If death is dark, life is darker

For no one sees death but once

Most however pass through life

Without a whiff of her essence

what do u feed

Most work to feed their stomach

Hard they toil all their lives

Needless to say they survive

However harsh the world may be

Some but favour to feed their heart

Sing their way through their lives

Needless to say they find happiness

However sad the world may be

And there are few who feed their soul

Dedicate their lives to some pristine goal

Needless to say they leave a mark

However dark the world may be

Paths

Many men, many lives

Transverse through the same flux of time

And through their minds infinite possibilities arise

Some in anger smoulder take paths of violence and crime

Some in care and compassion take noble paths sublime

Some learn to progress others to descent

Some learn to bond and belong, others to dread and dissent

Some to speak few to listen

Some see light others see darkness

We live the same time, but each taste it different

And what we derive decides destiny of ours

Decides where we head, which paths we find

Time

Time is like a river, she never stays

But she is chaste, never betrays

It is just that, some see her going,

Slipping away

And some see her coming,

Opening the way

Dreams III

Don’t chase dreams

Like children chase butterflies

On sight of each they scream

Forget where the other flies

If like a hunter thou seek

In the whole sky sight

Just the one thou wish to keep

Then thou can catch even eagles in its flight

If not a hunter thou be

Choose well then the soil thou plough

Sow the right seed and thou shall see

In time dreams flowering in thy meadow

lost

Every one wanders once in while
But to be lost forever beguile
In the multitudes of path
That life unfolds every moment
Never to know what you were meant for
What live had in her yore and what she is about to pour

To live half asleep, never let your consciousness discover
The mysteries of existence amidst its myths
What shame it would be
Each day waking up and not knowing
What makes today different from yesterday?
And what tomorrow holds in its veil

What difference it would make
If tomorrow you wake up from bed
And not lay their dead
Bar the tears that would be shed
By families and friends who usually regret
And with time slowly forget

Your story to date is better untold
For it holds nothing in its fold
No memories of gold, no dreams in the mould
No triumph, no fall not even regrets
Days have just slipped beneath your casual neglect
No history you make, No future you wake
You just live by for living sake

If I get lost in the crowd
I fear no one might ever discover
The odd glimpse of brilliance
That my thoughts display
But it’s the fame I fear further more
For then all those careless ramblings of mine
Will bathe in its undue glory
Assigned meanings that they never carried
Inferred and revered as the famed mystic’s mystique
Alas under their weight would languish
My odd thoughts of brilliance

Horse and theButterfly

The horse asks the butterfly
I saw you here at dawn
Dancing around these flowers callously playing by
While I saddled for my journey far drawn
I travelled today a hundred miles
Galloped all through not rested even for a while
End of the day what I can with content say
With hard work sweat and toil I have earned my hay
And here you are while you can fly
From every work you simply shy
There is no purpose in your unsteady flight
Although I not like to pry, but I still wonder why
Butterfly smiled and fluttered for a while
Close to the horse observing his plight
And right when the horse shook his head and nodded in despise
Butterfly broke her silence and hummed in her voice nice
While you galloped around and covered distance abound
You saw nothing beyond the track that you were bound
I did dance around and never left this surround
While you paced around I was rather slow
But I enjoyed all this while beauty that nature endow
I have seen flowers bloom their fragrance loom
And I have seen them wilting and falling the coming noon
I have seen the morning dew glowing
And seen my young ones growing
Felt the joy of life and the ecstasy of love
And in this very day the dance of death
So many of my kin birds have preyed n fed
I have learned to live for the moment now
Make each moment of my existence count
Your journeys are bland but for those slants and mounts
Part that you strained and part that you eased along
For you life is a race, for me it’s an eternal song
For me life is a celebration and not a destination
So I don’t run but dance along
I carry its colours tattooed on my fly
Intoxicated by its nectar I flutter by
Long before the next dawn
I would be forever gone
I have yet no regrets or fear
For I live my life to the fullest dear

Birth...

Maiden voyage of a man
Is a journey but of few inches
Yet what he traverse thus
Is no less than a universe
Journey but a few minutes
Yet so dilated in time
That it stretches unto infinity
It is but the greatest journey of all
These few inches and minutes
Precursor to all that is yet to befall
A journey that no man remembers but that no man ought to forget
Mans journey from mother’s womb to womb of mother earth

Note: Its womb of mother earth coz earth continues to nourish us the way we are nourished in our mother’s womb...It is but in this womb we live rest of our life. The journey thereafter no man has yet seen...