The Psalms

Oh Lord!
You made the Heaven and the Earth
But today, it is hard to say this is true
In the cities, there are less Gardens
In the people, there are less Angels
In the night, there is less light!

When I kneel to pray, I am dwarfed
For everyone is standing
I wish I have the strength to stand alone
It seems the stars moved a bit further into the skies

To be safe,
I chose to kneel on one knee and stand on the other
But I am neither kneeling nor standing
To be safe,
I became the worse

My confessions are as many as a stretch of days
As I walk on
I make my journey longer
I must wake up while the sun is still on my side.

Bitter Sweet Symphony

The Sun is Shinning
And it hits my Heart
Its illuminating
Energy insurmountable
Sparks of Stars
I feel like a Dynamite
Ready to explode into a million lines
In my mind
I make joyful journeys
Back and forth time
I ask questions
I try to reach deep
Deep enough to touch myself

I hear!
Oh! I hear!
Oops...it's me...the silent me
'Never knew this part of me
'Never knew there was a silent part of me

In my journey,
I come across a space
Without a scape
No trace of a face.
Neither sitting nor standing
I float against all logic:

My eyes are closed but I see.
My ears hear sounds that only speak to my soul
My hands touch only things I can feel
I am Smiling
I am Flying
I am loving it.

But I never forget
Never forget my Sadness
The world is too Cruel to be this Cool
One day the ocean will come for its lands
The fire for its trees and houses.
The wind will claim the air
Flowers its forests
Forests its Cities
The Earth its Bodies

So,
Where do I stand in all this?

Am A Fish..

'am a Fish

I was told ' am meant for dying

But today, 'am living

And kicking

'Cos am a Fish

Not meant for eating

'am meant for swimming.

In Joburg....11/03/08

It was a B & B
The bed so white and big
Fold the four sides and you'd have a casket
I roll around and drown in pillows
My mind trying to stay afloat
As I question the events of today
In what direction am I?
To the essence or the senseless?
Something tells me I am playing with fire and could fall asleep while at it
Or maybe I am drinking more than I need to get home.
Though as I speak, the sky is the limit
But as I reach for the sky, I feel my feet is off the ground
Suddenly I feel lonely
Not because i lack friends
But because the burden of my glory is solely mine to bear
And wouldn't want to make it another's since I am never sure if it is real or otherwise

I am not good at knowing what is good for me
But I sure know what is wrong for me
So often times,I end up wrong
The checkmate of all times
will be to wake one day to realise that I have lived a life of lies
When honesty is the greatest quest.
My values- the end product of a life's work.

In Madrid...07/03/08

It will be a long flight tonight
Thoughts are bound to fight my sleep
Perhaps I will stay awake
And get lost in the wonders of the open skies
Perhaps I will fall asleep and dream of you
Eleven hours is not enough to be with you
The night will be long gone by the time I am awake
But you will always be there.

Life Of Many Colours

Life is of many colours
When mixed it becomes the colour of complexity
But also simplicity, 'depends on the view.
But We have to live above these mountains
Somewhere we could have a better view

Everyone is everyone
So where is me?
Me is in you.
I am something because you feel something.
We always want to touch the sky
But I am closer to you than the stars.
Touch me
And together we will touch the sky.

I know you don't feel me
But check this:
If all we gain today is
All we lose tomorrow
Then life is borrowed
None has all, but
We have all

As for you who won't work
Do you prefer to be a victim or
A victor?
As for you who turns your sleep to slumber
Do you prefer begging to blessings?
For what You give is what You Worth.

As for you who is a slave to your own fear for failure
You will stop at nothing to have anything
Please watch my head as you look ahead
Do your "Anything"
But don't make your joys my pain
For as you walk,
Your footprints keep the record
It will follow you
Even beyond your grave.

The Moral Of The Story

Last Night, I heard that voice again
It is all too familiar.

I woke up in the morning and touch my legs
But I feel metals
when I clap I hear clings
My brain is torn into compartments like some partitioned hard disks
i-this, e-that.
What am i becoming?

"Boy, You can't eat your cake and have it".

she was looking all pretty and elegantly clad
She smells of lilies
I could give anything for her smile,
But then,
she smiled
And she Had the worst set of teeth

"Oh yes, you can't eat your cake and have it"

I woke up
I took in some sit ups, had a few push-ups
I felt larger than life
I could give anything to stay large
But then I looked in the mirror
And I am still small

"Yes, you can't eat your cake and have it"

As he looked out of the window of
His 5th floor home,
He saw the stars and the moon
Wow! They must be beautiful up-close!"
"I wish i can touch the sky"
He could give anything to touch the stars
Then,
He jumped up.
But he was going down.

"Sure, you can't eat your cake and have it".