Saturday, October 13, 2012

Perhaps I must.

All smiles, jokes and nonsensical talk.
Opinionated, fiery and outspoken.
But for what?
I’m dead inside, 
try as I might to deny it.

There’s always this nagging question in my head.


Why am I so concerned about tomorrow?
About a coup d’etat and a country sinking into the past?
About rising crime and a corrupt police force?
About a judiciary from which we expect no good
and a parliament that does shit all about it?
About a nation beyond repair
and an idea that’s hard to make real?


Why am I sleepless about a man who couldn’t care less?
About friends I’d rather not keep
and a love that’s as fleeting as a thought?
About a son I hardly see
and a mother I’m bad at being?
About a family I cannot accept
and a life I do not care for?

it is because
I must.

In this world, we all live a farce.
We all breathe and eat and pretend.
We all shit and shower and lie.
We all work and toil and cry.
We all smile and frown and at the end of the day
We go to bed and in the confines of our room
We whisper to the world ‘Fuck you’.

Monday, October 08, 2012


Travelling through the streets of Memory,
Breaking a bridge, Building a wall,
Walking on till there's an ache in your soul.

Lost and shattered in the hills of Nostalgia,
A heart-ache, A teardrop,
A feeling that won't stop.

Finding your way in the woods of Regrets,
Lump in your throat, Hand on your heart,
Hiding your love is a strange kind of art.

Wading through the streams of Love,
Joy and sorrow, Anger and lust,
All held together with a little bit of trust.