She’s not a prey

No, she is not a prey,

so when you spot her swaying hips,

don’t flex your limbs or

grind your jaws,

ready to devour her flesh,

She is a human being with a soft and tender heart,

that gets crushed whenever she’s forcefully deflowered or

her pretty dress is torn under friction


The past

The past is a powerful engine, one that never stops running

Some days this engine drives you across experienced battles, loses, pain and frustrations

But it’s a matter of choice, does the experienced unkindness teach you to be kind or mean?

The pain, one that awakens when you see a ‘pain-trigger’, something or somebody

Does this pain source negative or positive energy?

Do the scars remind you to be unforgiving and vengeful?

Does the drunken father nurture a sober daddy?

Choose revenge, cause more chaos

Choose forgiveness, attain inner peace, less chaos

For me, the past has molded an alluring soul

Hate has taught me the importance of love

Lack borne a generous heart

Betrayal planted fidelity

Sickness opened my eyes, grateful for healthy days

Accusations drawn me into honesty

For it’s a matter of choice, let the past create a better version of you


Political leadership is no longer a servant leadership, is a self-service, self-service of public resources, in their accounts they deposit public wealth

Deceit is a mastered skill among politicians, crafty they win citizens’ votes, promises in bold print, they are just food for bacteria, feasting on binned campaign banners

Promise white, offers cream

Promise black but offers grey

Promise coffee, offers black tea

Promise gravel, offers sand, blinds citizen

To some elects, politics is an investment, business, very lucrative, thousands bringing in millions

Silence-bullets loaded, ready to pull the trigger, bodies of critics dumped everywhere, an approach to safeguard the lucrative business

Leaders tarnishing humanity, cold blood circulating in veins and arteries, unlawful eviction, brutal murder, skin receptors too numb to feel pain caused

Deception flowing from deep within their hearts, discoloring integrity, honesty and sincerity remain to be just meaningless nouns

Strategies mere master plans, unnoticeably they suck blood from the citizens, like a tick they fill their bowel

Dispatching oppression fragments among the citizens, in citizenry ship they deposit consolidated oppression fragments, sink it underground, citizens struggle to re-emerge

I long for the old days when democracy was “Government of the people, by the people, for the people”

Today, the ideal definition of democracy is; ‘government of the political elites, by the people, for the elites’

Beauty in the Broken

Deep in the eyes I could read pain

Cover-up smiles fading away exposing the chronic wounds

Fingers too weak to artistically draw the perfect future, sketches on a paper, portraying struggle

Lips tuned to the voices of inner demons, vocal cords too swollen to whisper a proper ‘it shall be well’

Sound waves of loses echoing in the ear

Mind blurred in between shades of grey, no more black and white

Yes, I know, the broken soul, but I chose not humiliation or mockery, in lieu I saw beauty, beauty in the broken

Eventually or longer enough but at least not indefinite, the broken pieces would be mend

Threads knitted tight enough, emerging stronger, stronger than before

Stitches highlighting a won fight, patches, in all colors, creating a beautiful fabric

Remind me

When the mind is crowded with a million alphabetic letters, hard to formulate a word

Lips sealed, eyes watery and reddened face

Skin too numb to feel the chill in cold nights

Frustrated in faith, destitute of hope

Pull the guitar strings and play me a song of victory, remind me that it shall be well

When my world is crashing down and it’s written all over my face

My belief system for a better tomorrow quashed

Overwhelmed by my troubles

Heart torn apart, my strength dwindled

Read a fairy tale, remind me of a happy ending

When the light doesn’t shone anymore and I am in darkness

Confusing my steps, walking in a crooked path

Can’t seem to see my future

Blinded in a world of losses

Light the candle, remind me to rekindle the fire