Is it possible that I could feel your presence?
after transitional transversed  mishaps
unfortunate twinklets of wasted stars
watered to wither in the dying greenery

Is it possible you are a hand width away?
just the other day on the promenade
watching the sails of the ships change course
tacking to that bountiful paradise of ours

Is it possible that we are counting mere days?
the indescribable pulsating of mere aliveness
running as the night draws into darkness
where whispers are above our withins

I have no expectations from
anyone.

Don't mistake me,

I have put out this statement
to remind myself.

Is it the matter of priorities
Cause I guess they change

Is it the matter  of time
Cause I guess it flows

Is it about the people
Well I guess maybe

From the moment we are born
The lottery begins.
We are all given a set number,
Of days that is
And we never know
When ours is up,
Luckily.

Too many tags around a baby's neck
Boy or girl
Black or white
Jewish or Hindu
Sikh the light

Gender friendly is now a word
I'm just a person to be heard
A human person born in a world, still round
Looking for love that can't be found
Look at me, talk to me, take me for what I am
Don't judge me by my surface, if you can
I say no to colour, gender, creed and race
Lets make this world a better place

You nod your heads, you can see it's right
But if we agree, who's left to fight
My mind is wide open ,but to blind to see
Can't make up my mind, my god will guide me
We were put on this earth, a universal speck
Too many tags around a baby's neck

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.