There will come a day;
When you'll miss me
And you'll wish I'm still
What you're then; blind to see

Maybe on that day; you'll realise...
I live my best...
As ah honest man
And a friend indeed
Who always lend...
A helping hand...
when in need

You'll get the ploy
That I was a lonely boy
But a caring son
A loyal lover
And a buoyant brother

It will get clearer
That I was a corporate *****
A competent teacher
An original gents
An OG; yes!

You'll understand...
That the lot behind...
That sourful smile...
is a hurtful guy;...
With a vengeful mind,
a toxic heart,
And a thorn-filled path

But by that time,
Maybe my soul would've turn to star
My body... buried down...
Six feet underground
My heart dusted apart
With my deeds to the seventh sky
Where judgement 'd be passed

And then you'll regret
How you treated me
Like I'm just a mess
How you jilted me
Like nothingness
How you tossed me
Like I'm option Z
How you judged me
As a prodigal son
How you lambasted me
Like an outlaw
How you loved me with pretence
and negligence

One day
Yes, one day,
You'll remember me
Like you never did
When I was your everything

For what can I say but disagree with the rest,

The daughter of Poseidon
Caught fishing out a net

With the denial of most
I cannot fear for the man

With the face of a goat
And hoof for a hand.


Fell in love like a blossom
Ripped from it's path

Drifting and floating
Then crumbling when dark,

Held my hand and watched
The snowflakes heave

And move to the sound of a sunset breeze.

A man! From whose Godly image, cometh he, from sand;
A mortal engine! Proud son of the earth and the starry heavens;
A wandering soul, cursed to rule the seas and land;
Lord of beasts that roam and roar, and a sky filled with Ravens;

A  sparkling light at tunnel's end, in seasons of strive;
Like sunrise, he cometh with hope from the eastern skies;
Like darkness, never to be found wanting where evil thrives;
A harbinger of doom, the soul behind Gaea's cry;

A Viking in chainmail saileth, Oh! I see a damsel in distress;
A Knight in shining armor rideth, Oh! I see  Princess feeble;
Lean on me, saith the Wolf, while i slay thine enemies with my prowess;
A white sheep teareth, into the flesh of our lady of brittle;

Me' lady! seeketh not, the man out there in thy dream;
For all the gods, all the heavens and, hell, is within him.

as the lid is slowly pulled off the jar,
murmurs became deafening; near and far.
some claims it to be salt, but i barely believed,
for what i got was sugar; white and sweet.

with its superfine bits brushing through my fingers,
even the slightest swatch, for years it lingered.
no doubt, it was sugar indeed.
so delicate, everyone wanted a grip.

and perhaps, if salt was somehow lost and trapped,
in the wary gentle touches of white,
it neither overcomes nor overwraps,
the very sweetness that reigned all this while.

in this series of vulnerable thoughts,
brought about by the emotions made felt,
it was realized that the ones cautious of salt,
just denied seeing the sugar for themselves.