i think of life as a maze

with its paths so colourful it sets your mind ablaze

some so bright you would think it was paradise

some so dark leading you to an abyss of ruins

some so narrow crushing your bones to its very core

some so wide giving you enough room to feel and breathe


i think of life as a race

chasing premiums and at the end all in vain

quest for love and you end up in pain

aim for the stars but careful not to fall on the wrong lane

‘cause once at the apex it becomes a fat pestiferous gain


mind you it’s just a number of days

before the sensation fades

and reality awakens in novel ways

feel the presence of the rays

and appreciate the soul that always stays


it’s the inception of a new phase

the teardrops ricochet

the chase is over, my soul’s no more prey

the heart’s gone rouge and the white roses have turned ruby

the pulses have halted, the reverie now broken

a sign that what you have, doesn’t always stay


I Am

Adobe Spark

I am the owner of the patched up trousers

I purchase my meal with the free vouchers

I eat the leftover food in the fancy restaurant

When they don’t let me in I move to the bin

I am the worker with the sun burnt skin

I am the man with the worn out flip flops

I am the dude with the sun dried lips

I sleep on an old mattress with a tattered sheet and when it rains my ceiling drips in excess too

I wear my socks with its rat eaten holes

I am the worker who cannot write his name

I am the one they point fingers at and sometimes they say —whaaat a shame

I am the husband with the bedridden wife

I have a wallet that has zilch in it

And when I have 2 coins I don’t forget to split

That’s the way it is I have to strive

And may be one day I could thrive

Yet, I smile when you look at me

And I end my day with a sip of tea

This hardship is what I chose

Don’t judge me until you learn to walk in my shoes.


Placid days become history

Stomachs rumble excessively

With what remains no mystery


Lucid barren lands lay

Devoid of the living

Stocks thin like reed

Reeking like sewage dumps


The breathing souls left

Wished their lives were taken

Their emptiness consumes them

Movement becomes a luxury

And reflexes an impossibility


Of mortals that could speak

Whispered lowly voices

Begging for only remnants

and as seconds swiftly pass

Longed not to see the sun rise


Of those that could walk

Paraded long distances

Until their limbs bled

Searching for natures gift

And mythical safe havens


One of life’s greatest trials

A survival of the fittest

A matter of life and death

Mixed Feelings

  • Do u ever feel like your heart has been shredded into tiny threads?

Like your arteries distribute the pains to your other body parts

Like your feet do not belong to any part of you

Like giving up when there’s so many reasons to hold onto the rope of hope

  • Do you ever feel like you’re staring at a stranger when you look into the mirror?

Like you’re a nobody in the midst of those you care about

Like the pebbles on the precious soil you step on look like lofty mountains

  • Do you ever feel like a slave to your own mind?

Like your ego overpowers your humbleness

Like you are lonely, choking amidst a crowd

Like you are not being heard even when your voice is loudest amongst all

Like there are days when you want to pour your heart out to someone but you hesitate because you feel they may not understand or they may not even give you a listening ear

  • Do you ever feel like a philosopher as you question the meaning of life and why the world is the way it is late at night?

Like you have no control over your own decisions

Like a historian as you try to remember your past while missing or regretting it

  • Do you ever feel like the whole world is closing up on you?

Like you are alive yet feel dead deep inside

Like suffocating albeit there is sufficient oxygen

Like solitude is your escapism from chaos called “life”

Like there are days when you just want to block everyone and everything just to have your life inundated by drops of ‘peace’

  • Of course you get these feelings

When there’s too much noise. Too many choices and too many voices. You’re stuck and the entire world is racing

When your heart is torn into fragments of grief and tears profusely flowing, drowning you in an ocean of pain

When anger spreads in your whole body like a cancer, consuming every crevice of your being and sadness devours you like a virus

When you want to scream at the top of your lungs in anguish, feel hopelessness in your solar plexus, and just want to disappear

When the feeling of loneliness finally wins its battle against you and you surrender yourself to tears and anger of what seems like a hopelessness

Days when you fall to your knees with no intent to get back up again

  • Because it’s during these moments you have mixed feelings.

Bleeding Hearts


Blue Bleeding heart flower

Why do our hearts not bleed?

Staring at these pictures of a world filled with greed

Homeless orphans all over u could feel their need

Women, men and children, the destruction spares no soul

How do you find it so easy to sleep?

While you see their dreams being washed away

While it fades like the lustre of an evening cloud.

And a group of humans celebrate with ululations as another is being exterminated

While victims of war go through physical and mental agony

And you do nothing but watch through an electronic graphic screen

O martyrs we do feel your pains and we do hear your screams

O humans it’s never too late to give a helping hand

Therefore, stretch out those precious limbs

And help by any means

If your heart truly bleeds.

Growing Pains


Autumn leaves

My heart bleeds with sorrow

I feel the pain passing through each of my veins

I hear the resonance of different voices

But all I see are silhouettes as I walk past the chambers

It feel like it’s all fiction

I feel like a pariah as I open the doors to my apartment

Nay, my shoulders can’t withstand life’s mental weight

I drag my feet towards the mat

As I place my forehead on it

I come to comprehend, that only God is able to cure our Growing Pains.


The words that make your heart burn

Words that pierce right through your veiny red chamber

Words that make your body quiver

Words that make your spine tingle and eyes sting

Words that make your throat constrict and your stomach flip

Words that make your skin prickle and bones ache

Words that give you fluttering sensations

Those are the words I live to write

Those are the words I live to read

Fleeting moments 

Worry not much

For this life is nothing but fleeting moments

Some break you

Some make you strong

And others are there to shape you

For what the future has to offer


Worry not much

For it doesn’t change the past

And focus on the future with optimism

For positive thinking brings positive results

It may not seem as clear as crystals

But it is indeed as bright as a spark

Therefore, cherish these moments

The good and the bad

Because one day you’ll look back just to realise

That they were nothing but blessings