29 July, 2017

Poem - Sleep

Scurrying rats
pacing away from the landing of paws
furry feline; a mobile threat,
dictionary's definition of death.

A rodent's life mission
not chosen but given
to bring for the next generation
a better starting point.

in every caste
struggles prevail;
but its relative happiness?
On a different scale.

The tiring rat race
Will it ever end?
Even if it does,
What reward is at hand?
On the deathbed of hay, the rat rest and stay,
what thoughts will break his piece of mind?
but to know its son's best move isn't to pray,
It may have one last breath and rest in time.

21 May, 2017

Poem - I really tried

I tried to imagine
i tried with despair
you're here with me
As i make that prayer
That you'll never leave me
behind all alone
but your embracing hugs
will make me feel at home
But! I yearn and cry for those hugs
Which I don't get for we're far apart
soon i will be back, though dirty and rugged;
Please still accept me, I give you my heart.

13 March, 2017

Poem - Numb

Four walls around, cement and bricks;
The corner has cobwebs, spiders and liz-
ards are crawling, this is their home
in which you're confined in, stuck all alone

Days passed and nights come
Through the window you observe
Daily a new scoffer will ask
For what sin do you this sentence, serve?

Inquisitive or caring, one does not know
But lumps in the throat comes as I reply
To speak my evil with truth and without my sorrow
As I patiently wait for the day which I fly-

out beyond the bars, no longer in premises
And with my green card I explore my freedom
No longer in dreadfully ugly clothes
Though it's still far I dream of this moment

Can I faster finish my SOL of 28 days.....

26 February, 2017

Poem - Strung Out

Sometimes you win,
Sometimes you lose,
Sometimes you just sit down with booze.

There's cuts that kill
And wounds that heal
But don't forget those whom you knew

Were there in sunshine
Beside you in rain
Offer you a shoulder to ease through the pain

No currency nor change
Could put up my smile
Like one my best friend arranged
And place there for a while

20 January, 2017

Poem: Pillar

Grey cylinder standing strong
Supporting up the ceiling wall
Firm and upright built with might
Making sure that it won't fall.

Gravity's center lies on it
Yet it does not budge
Even when it suffer a hit
There's no difference than a touch.

Just what we need to hold our lives
Without cluttering our mind
Removing it is like playing dice
No control of any kind

Some hug it, lean on it, stare at it in awe
It's existence is our cure
For all the troubles we may have
This pillar will hold them all.