Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Another bubble bursts, out
from the springs of headless secrets. Shivers
On a dark winter’s night, Bends forward
and curls up, Phantoms of music
float by.
Footsteps flee past, tip toeing, pattering
haunting the demons in the head, Knocking.
Waves roaring across the heart, storming
the rocky shores of death, faint calls beckons,
Strings of opera notes
fly high, The moon breaks up
and leaves, shattering apart
Alive or dead
no one sees, Not living souls but
fireflies dancing, Little lights mid air
over the black sky, Insanity strikes
like booming hammers. Chuckles and cries fight
for attention, Dots of energy blues swirl
into cocoons of heartbreak, Whispers
of nothingness floats, Diving deep
into the unconscious realm of seas bedded
with chorals of despair, Brings forth
golden specks of light, Perhaps the aftermath
never shall be, of a tsunami
worth uncovering, The occasional forbidden
wishes, Deep down in the oceans of mercy, Wading naked
through the raging Waters, Splashes in the face
Jellyfish dancing on goose bumps, when
crushed memoirs swarm in, Burned petals
raining down on silky porcelain skin, brushing through
the breeze sings, melancholy notes of old, fly not to catch
and swallow, Buried dreams explode into
particles of light, Ashes gone awry
Harder to grasp, Drowning faster
than waves can sink, The night soars
into plights of healing, Trickles of tears
bobble up and down, Shuts eyes
clamouring in madness. Moment vanishes.
over that invisible star, In a forsaken land
skies are bright, Opens eyes
to honey drops and rose buds.
Blue birds sing like angelic sopranos, Smile.
A stranger holds hand, says Imagine.
Dawn welcomes, No more fears, a fresh
hug of hope.

Monday, July 21, 2014

To MH17

Strings of questions
Floating around us
Clouding our senses
Burying specks of hope

Pointing fingers left and right
Crashing burdens up and down
What happened that day
The missile shot upwards

Feathery clouds scattered
Bags and shoes vanished
Smiles and laughter gone
Rain of bodies poured down

Phone calls darted everywhere
To believe or not to believe
Reality quickly sank in
Outrage and cries exploded

How can this happen
Right before one's radar
A promise of safe air
Who is to blame

Evils lurking everywhere
Suicide bombs and endless wars
Where is humanity
Why are you fighting

Why the greed and lust
Power to kill and conquer
Can you bring to eternity
Then why bother at all

Are you like wild animals
Without a mind and conscience
Merciless barbaric savages
Are your hearts stolen

We beg you to stop
End this grave torture
Of robbing innocent lives
Before your souls burn

The days look grim
Darker than ever
For the rest of us 
Is there no more hope

Still we cannot give up
Let us hold hands
Hold our heads high
We must live and love

For a better tomorrow
For the souls of MH17
Who are perhaps smiling
Down at us from heaven

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Imperfect is Perfect

I saw a friend of mine posting on facebook, "What is disability to you?" It got me thinking. When you see a young man on a wheelchair, a blind man on the street, a little girl with Down Syndrome, your neighbour who has lost a limb, does disability rings out boomingly loud across your brains?

Well, most of us would react that way when we see someone or something that appeared different from us. We would call them abnormal, handicapped or disabled and most of the time, we would shun them or run away. 

I am brought to mind this vibrant young lady that I met in South Africa. We performed together in a musical play. She not only danced passionately in her crutches but she was so full of life and determination that I was put to shame! That's when I saw that she was not disabled, just slightly different and way more beautiful than many of us. Her soul was a shining gem!

I would like to dedicate this poem I wrote few years ago to those who are born different, handicapped or disabled as society calls but nevertheless perfect in the eyes of God, mentally challenged or perhaps just an underdog who feels like an outcast!

Here's to you:

Imperfect is Perfect

Irregular lines are beautiful

Stains patterned the most unique tapestry

A crooked nose

A smaller eye

An extra thumb

Behold the uniqueness that many despise

The tears of the blind

The moaning of the dumb

The silence of the deaf

Look beyond the physical shell

That hides the beauty of the soul

And reach for the diamonds within

The brokenness of a widow

The death of an unborn child

The limb that no longer exists

The dappled things in life

They are extraordinarily beautiful

If only you will see

Look beyond

And you just might find

The treasure buried inside

In each and every being called human

In each and everything that exists

And grasp the precious gem

The untainted cavern that we can go

The hole that shouts

Imperfect is perfect