what is life if not the cry of a newborn the sound of your favourite person's car horn the sumptuous taste of sweet caramel popcorn the immeasurably great potential in being freeborn what is life if not the ultrasound of a wanted fetus the healing properties of the eucalyptus an increase in social status being … Continue reading POEM: WHAT IS LIFE?
I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully created But I have never really had my beauty rated. I know my season of redundancy is dated But I am not exactly sure of when my recommendation is slated. All I am sure of is that, the future, the one for which I am fated, Will … Continue reading POEM: PLOT TWIST
What a world! Where the bold get accused of coveting gold Where the old are left out in the cold Where you're never told before being sold Where you must hold a particular standard and never fold Where your mould will most certainly, eventually grow mold. It's always a long and rigorous road No matter … Continue reading POEM: WHAT A WORLD!
If you think you have an opinion And you feel the need for communion Do not speak like you have dominion No one likes to feel inferior in a union Secretly cutting onions Because you constantly reject their opinions [Click on the title to view poem]
It's the beginning of a decade One we aren't yet aware of its facade One we're still behind its barricade Though we have a glimpse of its arcade We still can't tell how it'll cascade [Click on the title to view poem]
My dear I hope you're aware That there are rules to which you must adhere Even if you're an heir You've got to sit upright on your chair To prevent your fortune from vanishing into thin air [Click on the title to view poem]
When you're lost in the mix of life And you're thinking of how to fix your life To break the jinx on your life To make your way out of the matrix While trying to find your rectrix And planning your emergence like the phoenix, Get yourself adequately prepared for the remix [Click on the … Continue reading POEM: LIFE 011
When they read their manifesto It always sounds like presto Suddenly they lose the tempo We get the expo Everyday we hear the same thing But we never see a damn thing [Click on the title to view poem]
They want to be the pillars While hiding in their cellars Amassing wealth in dollars Under the guise of white collars Acquiring mansions in diaspora With views of the panorama [Click on the title to view poem]
Do you remember How you neglected Those who never blended? Do you remember When you descended On the undefended? Do you remember Who you defrauded And went undetected? [Click on the title to view poem]