To Friendship

Celebrations would be meaningless without you

As would be the victories.

Heartbreak would be impossible to overcome without you

As would be the failures.

For without you there would not be a difference

Between liquor and milk,

No difference

Between Mondays and Saturdays

Nor would living and existing vary.

A mechanical machine working without lubrication

That is life in your absence.

To you I raise my glass, my friend,

I raise my glass to our friendship.

Walking with you in the shadows is better

Than walking alone in the light.

For with you, problems become experiences,

Mistakes become wisdom,

Irrationality conquers the most rational minds,

While logic is forced upon the dullest by you.

For you truly are the blanket in the night

And the shade in the sun.

Protecting yet reminding of the harsh realities.

For your sympathy and empathy

Has been the boon that this life needed.

Yet you’re sarcasm and rudeness

Have been the greatest teachings.

I toast to you my friend , I toast to us

Not many are like us , it is a pity

How fortunate would we be all if there were.

Rhyme of love

Rhyme of love

If it was love that I truly craved,
then abandoning you was the gravest of sins.
New paths for infinite romantics we could have paved,
Only had I not feared repercussions and caved in.

But would they have ever understood our love?
or would they have named it unholy and evil.
To me , it was as pure and peaceful as the white dove,
But the rest of humanity would perceive it as a trick of the devil.

But that should not have stopped me from the fight,
the fight for my love and my belief of what is right.
For none had ever loved like we did.
For none had ever lived like we did.
The nature of our love , it was a rarity,
devoid of complexity rather it was simple and filled with clarity.

I wish I could have protected you,
Like the day when the healers tried to hurt you.
It was the first time we had met.
Seeing you there , my heart was set.
You were lying there , eyes closed , unaware of the horrors being plot,
While I discreetly poisoned them , so the blood in their brains clot.
For now you were mine and I swore to never let you go.
But later my faith shook and couldn't keep my promise so.

I regret that I could not keep my word.
But ashamed I am for the deeds I did afterwards.
For , how could I believe I could love anyone but you,
for how could I believe I could live sans you.

Not a thousand brothels , nor the whore I married
could satisfy this unquenchable thirst of passion.
The void of love grew bigger , as heavier became the guilt I carried.
For it wasn't worth living , devoid of love and compassion.

Their rosy lips , tender body , warm skin,
they were the ideal figurines of womanhood.
But what I wanted was not something akin,
for I knew our love was never to be understood.

That cold pale skin , those leathery lips , oh how they were loved.
For hours passion would lock us and love would keep us gloved.
You were incomparable and all I had ever asked.
I only wish to have known you , before you had passed.

For our love to me was a sanctuary.
Now I must embrace it for what it is.
It is perhaps time I return to the mortuary.
The necrophile must return to necropolis.

THE CONVICT

The convict had stopped ,
exhausted , starved and willing to surrender
to the guards on his tail.
To the front stood
The labyrinth , the mysterious forest
famous for its tricks and ruthlessness.
While behind were the royal guards
turning every nook and corner in the search of him .
The convict unable to stay erect
had collapsed to the ground.
Consumed by the agony in his limbs ,
to see the stars he turned around.

As he lay there , waiting to be caught
he could not help but feel the dread of being executed.
Like a lamb for slaughter he lay there
awaiting the butcher’s fatal swing.
He could feel the stillness take a hold of him
Until he heard a familiar voice ring.

It was his old man ,
the man he had killed.
Standing over him with all his glory and splendour,
apart from the stab in his neck.

Looking at him the convict smiled
“I thought you were dead ,
 or did I not bury you deep enough ?”
The old man said nothing
and continued to mysteriously look at him.
“So this is how it ends?
Oh ! do tell me father , have you come
to take me to hell? “
“Tp heaven or to hell is not what I
but what the Lord will judge“ the old man did say.
“ For your time hasn’t come,
get up and fight , my dear son.”
“Why are you here father ?
For about me you did never care”
“Aye I didn’t and look where it got the both of us.
There is no shame greater than being murdered by your own son
But there isn’t a greater sense of pride
than the one in redeeming his life.”

“Father are you really here ,
Or is it just a trick of the mind.
For I do not wish to waste my time with you,
now that I am about to die.”
“My son , it is your choice ,
for I have come to make amends.
My erroneous ways have led to this.
I beg you keep faith and
for some more time with me please bear.”

The convict was overwhelmed
his father was never so warm
when he was alive.
Tears rolled down as he said
“ I am broken father , beyond repair.
I have lost everything and am a waste.”

“My son , this is not the end.
Go into the forest and escape
for you have another chance , awaiting
a new life , a new day.
Go on my son
for the night is young
and the forest is dark.
Tread on the path
You feel righteous.
For it is your own choice
that will lead you to your freedom.
You must not stop , my son ,
however tired you may be
for the forest is treacherous and temptations will arise.
Be resilient and walk on.
But my son do look back
for it is fools who do not look
to see what they have left behind.
It is always the wise who do not forget
And , seek to find out the best , from the path
they have traversed on.
Be brave my son
For the darkness will intimidate you
but the goodwill in your heart
will lead you to victory. 

Be bold my son ,
For this forest is treacherous ,
it will show you familiar faces
but do not seek their company ,
for they would stab you with their daggers
behind your back , without a moment’s haste.
Go on my son , go on
before it gets any darker.
Go on till there is some light in you.
For at the end of the night
The sun will dawn , a new beginning
is what you must crave.

The convict overcoming all his pain
stood a new man , a battered one nonetheless.
He hugged his father and
towards the forest he went.
Finally ready to believe
in the greater good , that his
father had always said.

The Lovely Wife

My wife was glorious and lovely,

A woman of great beauty and kindness.

She changed my life ,

Yes! She did change me

A feat unachieved by many.


Before her I was a lost soul,

Looking for an escape.

But it was her , who brought me back ,

From the deep vessels of darkness.

She was the light of my life.

A breadth of fresh air

who had ignited in me , a spark of evolution.


It is pitiful that I lost her so young ,

For longer and longer she could’ve lived.

Only , had she been a little more careful.

Her kindness had touched my black heart.

Her beauty was rejuvenating.

I only regret of not being there for her

as she had been been for me.


 Her loss guts me to this day.

A life so young , so beautiful , gone to waste.

The love of my life , the girl of my drams.

Ah ! only had she been a little more careful.

Only a little more faithful and true.

I still remember the pain in my heart

when I saw the life from her eyes fade away

as I removed the plastic from her face.