My Silence

I try to find the words that we all are afraid to say.
I understand what isn’t said,
And that makes me distinct among different people. 
I confide in others,
Who only confide our confidence with everyone else.
So I choose to stay silent.

The passion,
The pain,
The anguish you bring.
My wisdom is here but it stays in me.
I can’t say what I wish,
For the fear of it being heard.
For everyone to know the real me,
Even if I don’t utter a single word.

The confusion you cause,
The way I don’t talk,
Points out all my flaws.

The questions you flare,
The rumours you start,
The rumours you bear.

My silence is my weakness,
I’m the only one who knows that.
That is, until I break and end up confiding in private.
Confiding in private what soon will be broadcasted to everyone.

My Silence. Still silent.

The Song that Plays Inside My Heart

Every morning it awakens me
A soothing tune with every beat
It does not change, it stays the same
A sweet melody on repeat
I open my eyes and it gives me drive
It fuels my fire as I strive
It’s a sound of comfort and security
A feeling of love surrounding me
It gave me strength when I was weak
The volume increased, the lyrics speak
It took me a while to figure it out
But now I know what it’s all about
I open my heart and I take heed
I let the tune guide and lead
It keeps me warm when the world gets cold
My shelter, my shield from things untold
It never gets old or skips a beat
It lifts my spirits and makes me complete
It is how everyday ends and how every day starts
With “The Song that Plays Inside My Heart”

Life Sucks!

When I got enough confidence,
The stage was gone.
When I was sure of losing,
I won!
When I needed some people the most,
They left me.
When I learnt to hide my tears,
I found a shoulder to cry on.
When I was busy,
I got friends.
When  I mastered the skill of hating,
Somebody started loving me.
When I started loving,
Somebody mastered in “hating” me.
After waiting for dawn,
I fell asleep..
and the sun came out.
That’s Life
and at times
it can suck!


Raindrops dancing on warm pavement
Creating flowing veins into crystal clear rivers
Diamond dots splashing decks changing color patterns
Choreographing intricate dance steps to nature’s beat


Raindrops in passionate love affairs with thirsty leaves
Smothering with gentle caresses and cool kisses
Cloaking them in clothes of welcoming moisture
Changing their colors to a more vibrant green


Raindrops chasing birds and insects for cover
Chipmunks scurrying for cover in dark holes
Flowers greedily opening petals for wet kisses
Rocks sensually shedding their dusk cloaks


Raindrops fall in changing patterns in harmony
With a gentle rolling warm breeze
Swaying trees becoming more intimately acquainted
Bringing a new cleanliness and feeling of rebirth


Inspiration comes like a whispering wind,

I cannot catch it nor can I send,

Urging me to write to an unknown end,

Not just words to follow a trend,

But words of meaning do I extend,

To edify the body not to pretend,

Seeking a message is what I do,

Because without one it is not through,

Better to be silent than to speak without


So choose words wisely and to foolishness 

Give pause. 

Wide Awake!

Alone I sit…
Alone I breathe…
Eat, sleep, seethe, and dream.
Can’t shake this feeling of loneliness
This cold isolation of emptiness.
Step out from this hole i call home
Where society looks estranged.
People everywhere, yet still I feel alone
Cut off from this place.
Alone again I sit in silence and solitude,
Able to breathe once more.
I lie awake with echoes of music in the air.
Thinking about my life and what went wrong,
But I still have yet to find the answer.
Slowly my eyes begin to close..
As I fall into another world
Dreams oh dreams!
How so you comfort me
And torture me all the same…
But in the end I will always find
That I am wide awake. 

A game of chess

Upon a board of black and white,
soldiers shiver in winter snow.
We ready our rifles before the fight,
our silence splintered by stygian crow.

And so, and so, we make our move,
through frozen mud we march.
We trample over a dead white dove,
and then the order. Charge!

We run towards our untimely end,
never pausing for a moment’s breath.
Not sparing a second to defend,
we dash into the jaws of death.

So here I was broken, on the board,
Amid dead, departing at dawn,
Far, far away from a loving God,
an honest innocent pawn.

Poetry and Me

Most of the time, it brought me sheer pleasure. Sometimes, it brought me disquieting, indescribable feelings that only I could very well comprehend. To put these feelings into a deeper perspective, I express them into words that most people could not grasp but clearly illustrate the hindsight of my existence.

“What will I be without it?” is a question I wouldn’t dare entertain. For I know that mainly thinking of it would cause me pain.

A lot of people had appreciated its beauty but I do think that they relished it only superficially. Because behind the beauty of poetry are hidden messages that only the poet could very well empathize with although the readers could put so much meaning to it.

Poetry is like casting a stone on the ocean. It will cause ripples on its first touch, and as it is surrounded by the ocean’s immensity, the stone is bound to go deep. And the more you are entangled by its artistry, the more you are immersed until you get lost in its beauty.

And so I live with it. At times I feel like I cannot do without it. And even though some of my friends say that, “Poetry only makes people harder to understand,” I would like to always be part of it.

Then maybe, I’ll know why Sylvia and Anne had the greatest compulsion to kill themselves and be considered as one of the most sought after poets of all time. Or why E.E. Cummings had to disengage from the conventions of society and be well known for his avant-garde innovations, controlling both the looks and content of his poems.

Or maybe then, I will be able to understand why I keep on reading other people’s poems and not my own!

“…and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing…”

Because.. You think you know

Because you think you know
You hear but do not listen
Quietly, it calls out to you
You ignore its call..

Because you think you know
You talk but do not speak
It speaks to you
You muffle its sound with your words..

Because you think you know
You look but do not see
It sees right through you
You are blind to it..

Because you think you know
You touch but do not feel
It reaches for you 
You pull away..

Because you think you know
You live, but do not love
Unable to sustain
It passes you by..


Standing in a doorway, facing what can’t be faced.
Hiding from myself, hidden from life itself

From the darkness, I look into the glimmering light.
Reason is shielded from my sight

Closing my eyes….

Bowing my head….

Opening my soul…

Peering within…

For, through this doorway lays

The trials of my destiny


The chains of my lunacy

When POETRY speaks…

As the whippoorwill,
In a breathless void,

I reach for my quill,
And from it, if you will,
Come the words I’ve sought to avoid.

Fleeing and broken
From the lips when spoken,
Yet through the pen only proof

That poetry flows
From the source of the soul
And speaketh a tongue called truth.

Look Inside

You shouldn’t be afraid 
of what is to come 
You should be afraid 
of what you’ll become 

Your silence is what 
keeps you forbidden 
From your kingdom 
that is hidden 

Let your thoughts 
express your colors 
Soon it’ll spread 
from one to another

Tik tok goes the clock on the wall

Ironically, i wrote this during, and about my english class..

Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
I think i’m right and i speak for us all
this class in pointless, boring, and dull
Tik tok, goes the clock on the wall
In and out, heavinly breathing, half the class in unwakeably sleeping
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Across the room what ailes us all is the tap tap tapping of a pencil against the wall
Crick crack i popped my back and i lack the patience to sit through
This who what did what teachers shpiel
Tell me kids how’d it make you feel?
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Rabble rabble, her coninuous babble causes pain to the brain like a knee to the gravel
She’s wrapping up, we’re almost done, soom we’ll all be outside in the sun
Running. laughing, having fun
But untill that bell has finally rung
We sit and listen, to this classroom symphony
And stare in awe, at the tik toking clock on the wall

Page to be Turned

Floating in an ethereal bliss,
eyes closed to the sound of night.
Falling stars dance around me and miss,
illuminating the etches of my mind in light.
Wrapped in rainbow clouds in the mist,
comes a vision so clear.
Images of destroyed cities glists,
shattering my peace with replacing fear.
Time stands still and the air tightens,
standing among stagnant life that remains.
Senses tingle and heighten,
as the decay poisons the heinous plane.
The darkened sky is a glow,
thousands of twinkling light.
Crashing thunder bellows,
as a sea of mushroom clouds foretell the plight.
Hit by a tsunami of inferno,
matter breaks apart.
Incinerating… even internal,
who knows when this will start….
Jerked back to the ethereal sight,
from a vision so painful it burned.
Is this fate? or our plight?
Is it time for our page to be turned??

Dear Paper

Dear Paper,
I am writing this letter on you,
knowing you will receive it.

With the coming of technology their
will be less intercourse between us then
there ever has. I will be 
left to rust and you will yellow with age.
We will become the forgotten tools 
Of man
Your Pen Pal

turn and walk

I cant stand on my own two feet.
But my mind wont give into defeat.
I hate to admit when im broken inside.
You’ll never hear the truth, you’ll only see me cry. 
I dont like depending on someone else.
I want to do everything all by myself.
I hate to say it but i need you right now.
But i dont blame you for leaving, im just a let down.
Honestly though im weak, weaker than you think.
I try my best to float, but im beginning to sink. 
I dont know why, but i cant do this alone anymore.
I wish you still needed me, like you did before.
I pushed you away, you were wise to turn and walk.
But i miss you alot and my thoughts are growing dark.
Maybe this was intended, ive lost my way for sure.
I just dont want to need you as much anymore

Inspirations from Nature

Nature, the storehouse of all ideas and the mother of all inspirational resources, has inspired poets, painters, musicians and even scientists for centuries. The beauty, the wisdom and the ingenuity that inspired these distinguished people to create masterpieces is available to each one of us too.

In course of river, in the life cycle of a butterfly and even in a tiny seed… nature has messages of inspiration.
The birth of  plant is one such inspiring event – the root and shoot of a germinating seed exert considerable force to burst open the seed coat and break through the hard ground to begin its way through the soil, the inspiration nature sends us is that the..

Roots of SUCCESS are formed through hard work’

One of the most inspiring phenomenon in nature is the transformation of a caterpillar to a butterfly. Through  the transformation of a tiny insect that once crawled to a brilliantly coloured creature that can fly, nature gently unfolds the message..

Good things come to those who WAIT

and inspires us to persevere.

Each time a seed drives its way through the soil in order to survive, each time a river overcomes a big rock on its path, each time a wiggly caterpillar transforms itself into a beautiful butterfly, nature is inspiring you to excel. The next time you want to be inspired, all you have to look deeper into the nature and hear the secret messages nature sends.

life is a gift……

You have but a life, yet you can live twice.
Gift your organs and live yet again.

Donate your eyes and gift a life with vision
See this beautiful world once again and achieve life’s mission.

Donate your kidney and gift a life with pleasure
Devoid the person from pain for ever

Donate your heart and gift a life for ever
Live once again in another person and write history again once over.

If you say you can, You can. If you say you can’t, You can’t. Either way you are right

Music Life

 Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the only friend I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When I feel like I can’t survive

my sketch