Often too quickly the new becomes old
A beautiful story is no longer told
The crawling toddler is now a limping aged
The sunrise has soon returned to bed.
By days or moments, we stay locked out
Shielded by something raw and round.

Like a tyrant wielding a rod
Ready to whip one that runs
These rules bend us, break us, belittle us
They tell us the things we can’t want
They remind us of our disabilities
As if humanity shares not one disease.

They are codes, invisible symbols
Crafted into people standing by walls
Staring at you with the corner of their eyes
Ready to drill you till you pay the price
We soon cower under their gaze
Too frightened to try to win the race
So we accept in simple resignation
Our million doses of painful portion.



In anguish, we watch the weary grow weaker
We act concerned, but stay aloof
Frightened that our help may bring hell
Or that their curse may stain us
These children of humanity walk our roads
Seeking shelter and relief from the rain
The one that denies us harvest
Clearing off all the farm yield and grain
But shall nonchalance forever grace our faces
While we detonate their pieces
As if they are bombs without need of mercy
Or wanton frames hiding from survival.



When we’re not jumping all around
We don’t feel so proud deep inside
When we’re not smiling in disguise
We’re mostly crying in the house
When we’re not glamorously dressed
We’re feeling naked in our heads.

Who’s unruffled by comfort and the pleasures it brings?
Who’s not afraid of the doubts failure sheds?
Who doesn’t question their worth?
Thinking they have no meaning
Who doesn’t search for a blanket to cover the shame?
Unsure of the duties life places on us.

When we’re not bragging loud
We are bare of confidence
When we’re not partying out
We are locked up in the closet
When we’re not up and down
We are swallowed by our shells.



Pool Accidents_ 10 Shocking Swimming Pool Deaths You Might Not Know.jpgIt’s no longer news that you are new
Everyone has had their feel of you
You have coloured their skies
And painted their heights
You have nursed their wounds
And decorated their brooks
You have fought in their wars
And shielded their wards
You have buried their dead
And consoled their heads
You have opened your door
And welcomed their all
Becoming a selfless sanctity
That forgot its own humanity.

Without an angel’s wings, you fly
Were you not made of dust at first?
Without a cheetah’s limbs, you run
Were you not carved like everyone?
You forget you’re also mortal
Or are you more than natural?
Immerse yourself in your weakness
Admit to your world you’re no spirit
You are flesh and blood and feelings
Only strong for life and its minutes
You’re no sorcerer; you’re no giant
You’ve only learnt to fight and win
Immerse yourself in your reality
Or else be dazed by all humanity.



Description Mecom fountain at night.jpgLike the ripples of a sea
I see our lives display artworks
Flowing before our eyes like a fountain
That knows not its destination
Save for the midnight blues
That set the rhythm of peace
And sweet silence on this night.

We each are strings of an instrument
Chords on the piano
Taken as accompaniments
That make life’s music memorable
We are tunes in the player
Selected to top the best playlists
That define all human want for warmth.



Running People.jpgTo where shall you flee
If all humanity became a bomb
That detonates itself after a few seconds
To clear out the entire ecosystem
And make nothing of the universe?

To where shall you flee
If all humanity became a sword
That wipes out both mother and child
To clear out strong emotions of love
And make the earth a shattered vessel?