Stayed in the tub until the water got cold
trying to determine the causal link
Days when I’m even keeled, nothing flows
But when things get shaky
And The unknown of tomorrow
crushes my rib cage
That’s when I’m bursting with creativity.

You should find you and nobody else but you.
Nobody can understand what you've been through and why you did what you did.
Because at the end of the day, you only have yourself.
You can only understand, you.

Till the day man goes to his eternal home,
Up and down this world he continues to roam
Frozen by the cold rain in the night
And warmed in a sunny day
Till the day air can no more seesaw in and out his lungs
He remains in the battlefield to make a way
A path his successors should find easier than he had
The bruises of a pathmaker must he incur because of a desirable future for his descendants he fights to secure

For the visionary man knows that
To make a better tomorrow
He must live like today is a borrow
A stuff not t spend on luxuries but to be invested in order to look back at and use as the foundation of his success storeys

Let the torn have her pound of flesh
Let the stones have their own next
As far as the skin is not taken away
The scars will only be the witness of the way

On and on he moves the success road till he sees that something improves

If our father's had remained in Babel till our days
The rest of the world would have been left a thick forest
A place crying to be discovered
So as life remains in the body of man
The task of getting the day's job done must he man
And that remains the plan

Love love, hate hatred and live your life.
Enjoy the good moments and endure the bad omens.

You will make enemies but don't let enemies make you.

There will come times when you will have to cut ties,
And times when you will have to consider even obvious lies.
Good friends will offend and bad enemies will come in to defend;
No matter how it goes, do not go with a cheap trend.

When your anger is at its peak, let your silence speak.

For choices, they will always come with those two opposing voices.
No matter what, let your tree of decision fall where it can improve your chances.

Do not give ears to that which feeds your fears,
But give attention to that which will prevent you from shedding tears.

Be the best, not the first
When enough is done,
Take a rest.

Serve those who need your service,
But remember, apart from God,
You are your own master.

In pain,
Allow the tears to rain,
They will with time be of marginal gain.
When the cold night is done,
The warm day shall come.

Live like a living lion,
Die a living legend.

Old songs are like
A prayer; no matter the length
Of time.
No matter how long or short.
They dance.
They dance regardless of who's
Around & accept your invitation
Without you knowing.
Just when you forget.
They tap you on the shoulder &
Give you something to smile about.
Old songs are like a dancehall that scream
In silence and fill the empty with hope.
Regardless of how you felt before.
Old songs are like the remedy to the old
Person in your head who finally feels the urge
to dance again

Life will not hand you
your dreams so easily-
It simply gives you the tools
to achieve them.

You sow seeds of your life,

By your own self.

You wish that they survive,

Without others' help.


You put some water of affection,

And desire for a vibrant leaves collection.

You anticipate it show the true inner reflection.


You wish the plant to grow soon,

It peaks out and sees the brutality.

You take care of it in the blazing afternoon,

So that it doesn't adapts to the causality.


You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree,

Which gives fruits and blooms flowers,

Which can be set free,

And is full of vie and power.


Once it's usual to the surroundings,

People come and go.

And say bad words cursily

The tree- it's morals go low.


The imaginations and expectations

All are failed.

Full of scars and suctions

You now sailed.

Back to - from where you came.

No guilt, no regret, no shame.

You think to earn more fame,

Making your life truly lame.


The tree without you died,

Because it had no hope.

Are you still capable to say "it's mine"

It is long gone.

Like a star in the daylight

Unseen but burning bright.

Like a hibernated bear in it's cave

You don't know the existence hence stand brave.


For the birds also chirp

In front of the sea's enormous burp.

For the Nats also build home

Sadly smashed when you walk or Rome.


Like a fire inside for doing right

The things that bothered when lacked might.

Like inside a prison cell as a slave

For freedom you shall forever crave.


For the spirits inside can hide sometimes

But to ignite them, enough is this rhyme

For now you should get up as I did

Remember not to be your own culprit.

Wisdom is seen in Men,
But in the possession of few.
but is it lucidity or madness that grabs hold an individual as he gets enlightened more?
Knowledge is an ocean without boundaries or limits as there should be,
but if one purses it in excess drown may he.
Beauty is in the light which rids a being of the darkness which he is consumed by.
but one must live and also embrace the madness it brings by.
Wisdom as madness it seems,
is a cure from the ignorance of the crowds everywhere there has been
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