Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tribute to You my Friend
" Good friends care for each other
Close friends understand each other
True friends stay forever beyond words"
this friend of mine is not physically close
but each time we speak we are close
i don't call you my friend cos you called me last night or paid for that meal
or visited me last sunday, or gave me that bear hug or that kiss that i wondered to myself
when would this end
i am speaking about you dear friend, who by everyone's judgment
you are no way to go
your story is so messy that i say dear your life is a movie
your life is like a playboy mag, some times it is one tree hill, other times it is arm chair thriller
then those days it was pinky and the brain you know we got those times when we said if the world
turns their back on you, you turn your back on the world
then we said again Ha kuna mata
you are everything i hate but you inspire me
i admire your strength, you are the bright side
i wish i had your story
but i will be crushed if i was ever you even for a split second
you have had the good and the bad
but i love you so dearly cos lurking around in your darkness i learnt that
experience made the best of students
cuddling under your warmth has given me strength to be me
dancing in your light has made me happier, knowing that the road to true happiness is decorated with
tears and sadness so that we can be truly happy
i tell how good you are because you went headlong embracing temptations
and emerged better
you drank and ate mistakes and gave me the story i now tell
you are my mentor and friend because my life is shaped by the coarse surface of yours
i have made my mistakes and was a replica of you
but i adore you, cos the words you said gave me strength to pull out
i drowned in temptations but your words and attitude brought me to the surface
i no longer seek safety cos i know that safety is in the war cos its only in the war that you learn
survival and i know now my safety routes
so i live my life knowing that iron sharpens iron
and fire purifies
you give me strength and that is why i love you
you don't have to be anybody
you are my friend and i love who you have become and i adore who you were
you will never be that person again
that person was for a reason, that reason was me, that person was the manual i needed
to be who i am now
your true friend
this is my tribute to you
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Before You Soil The Marital Sheets
women cant wait to tie the knots.
for better for worse abi?
i see a lot of for goodies for stay, for pains for checkout
men do not want their women to change
women believe they are miracle workers so changes must occur in the man
expecting changes or trying to change someone
is the first sign of selfishness
ask yourself, have you changed?
have you tried listening to my favourite jam?
tasted my favourite meal, watched the movie i love so much
the last time i checked, you didn't know the tittle and you are not making any efforts
our needs are clearly defined even if we live in denial
A man wants sexual fulfillment,an attractive woman,
domestic support, recreational companionship and admiration
A woman wants financial support, affection, family commitment,
a conversation,honesty ( men want that too)
Before you take that vow remember:
You Married an Imperfect Person and You are not so hot Yourself
if you need perfection in anybody, you will wait till forever comes
You should work it out
remember perfect is what you define it to be.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
good morning
Good morning-
How are you?
Fine, thank you-
A ready response on the lips of every man on every bright
Morning.
The streets are chaos,
Horns are blaring,
We go about our lives, are we truly fine?
Everyone wants to be happy, not occasionally
But 365 days of the year
Happiness to some is wealth, a new position
Sound health, being in love-
I dare say, all these are evidences of a cheapened life
And lack of content.
I am happy not by all these but by those little happenings,
that no one observes:
awkward moments define my life…….calling out to a look alike of
a friend and they turn out not to be the one.
Everyone looks in your direction and you cant help but laugh
Happiness is an individual decision…..but I dare say pretend you are happy when you are blue,
It isn’t very hard to do, the little things you have could be a lot if you pretend….
Share the smiles
Be happy.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
the PEOPLE on my PATHway

They say, good is dull and wickedness to them is interesting and exciting
they go to places not because they like to and do things not because they like to
but because they know they ought to like it and proper to be seen in such places or doing such things.
they will go to Heaven not because they ought to be there but because it is proper to be there
they owe it to their social positions
Societal conventions dulls us, make life tiresome and make us slaves
Life will be more interesting if we were ourselves
Jesus was simple and natural,his life was with power because his goodness was vital. His first miracle was at a wedding because the people He was looking for were there. He never separated himself, it was His table talks that changed lives.
If you forever lay your eyes on laid down rules of conduct rather than temper and disposition of the heart you will never become genuinely good
Goodness ought to be simple, natural and spontaneous.
Love God with an honest heart, love your neighbour as yourself, then do as you please with this thought in your heart, your spontaneous actions will be right.
the point where you become penniless is

when you know there are places you cannot go to without money
You will also know that it is expensive to be downright wicked
You will know that as much as you think that you cannot leave without alcohol,
when there is no cash a drunk will be sober.
You will know how expensive a harlot's smile can be
You only learn the value of money after you earn it from a hard day's work
The sting of want is the only thing that is sharp enough to transform an idle man into a worker,
it equally takes the hard slap of necessity to change a spender into a producer
When you are penniless, you get new standard of values
When you lack fame,money and any form of popularity you will know who your friends are
What makes a man is work and earning a living.
Let us meet our fellow men simply as men,with humility because status blinds.
Monday, July 21, 2008
the Man in My Life
sure to match my moods with yours, i would say you were my perfect pair.
but you are to me a delicious torment.
with you i am warm, yet unprotected,
i am weak by your touch, melt in the very presence of you
i crave your company, yearn for you
but you remain my sweet bitter pleasure
you invade my thoughts and i am unashamed.
you have the power but you wont be the death of me
between us is a strong pull of prolonged undying emotions
you die in my cuddles
you are enraptured in my gaze
my brown eyes fulfill your every dream
you are the peacock
how i dare say i am the very death of you
i am excited by your game
we both know that every time we part momentarily
we die and live again when we meet.
you are a menace, but i dare not say i live without you
i am a gem unrevealed
you are the skillful miner.
you crave my very depths, you beautify me
you will remain my delicious torment
my very depth yet unfathomable you will crave
my service, your calling
Saturday, July 19, 2008
poems about me
In singer-songwriter Björk's Vespertine track, Aurora is described as:
- Aurora
- Goddess sparkle
- A mountain shade suggests your shape
- I tumble down on my knees
- Fill my mouth with snow
- The way it melts
- I wish to melt into you
- in the poem "Tithonus" by Lord Alfred Tennyson, Aurora is described thus:
- Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
- From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
- And bosom beating with a heart renewed.
- Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom,
- Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
- Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
- Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
- And shake the darkness from their loosened manes,
- And beat the twilight into flakes of a fire
me & my BOYfrienD

he loves me not, what is he doing he hasnt called in 2 hours, dial his number he doesnt pick up, dial it again, it gives the busy tone..........your mind starts racing, he is with another girl.......gush this is practicing death.
for God's sake he is in a meeting or in the restroom or something or he forgot his phone.
you have a boyfriend, you fight all day,no trust, being petty,
you dont have a boyfriend you say you are jinxed nobody wants you.
shit...........men/women we need each other
what is good for the geese is good for gander but not all the time.
Men! i call them necessary evil, sweet-bitter pleasure, sweetest torment,
you think you know them, they think they know how your mind works.
it is just simple logic, be free live for today cos that's all you really have,
tomorrow is a dream.
love as much as you can.......most importantly find and secure your secret place, that place between you and him where no one else goes and no one can fathom the mystery that lies between your eyes, cherish your unspoken hellos, your yet imagined fantasies and soar what is yours is yours,
hold within your reach but breathe the air lest you perish and he is hers and you are history...........same for you my boo.........my sweet-bitter pleasure.
my LOVE idea
but loving the imperfect person perfectly.
Love is never soft and genial attitude, it is tough and never gives up.
if you love anyone who is not making the best out of their lives and you want them better,
you will fight to get them better and you will have to put your feet down.
Love is a very complex emotion am not sure if that's what i want to call it,
it requires a rich personality,
great variety of talents.
it is first a strong feeling of attachment and dependence.
it is the strongest of all creations,
it is be (ing) in continuous and constant pleasure of the other not basically yourself. it is a sweet-bitter part of existence.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
pretend
the little things you have could be a lot if
you pretend.
alone in my sorrow i cried......
when you can call all your own
just close your eyes and HE will be there
you will never be alone.
and if you read this.....
you will be pretending just like me
the little things that you have could be
a lot if you pretend




