Once in a blue moon

Freezing bodies crack like pieces of magnificent sculpture

Hoarding pillars of transcending memories

Embellished with the carvings of bricks of love and myth

The star dust rises from their skin

The moonlight beam pierces through their frame

Moulding the broken pieces of the sculpted chassis
Once in a blue moon

I come as the nightmare that soils through the morning rays

As the cringing voice beneath many pounding chests

Yet the devil on the lips of every human race

I come in my footprints where feeble feet descend in

Bathe in the scorches of the sun and mask my face in feigned smiles
Once in a blue moon

When words refuse to marry each other

And create scenes from the eyes of the mind

Shadows of the pen stretch at dusk fall

And intermingle with the mist of gloom

Once in a blue moon on the lines of tired faces

Their stories are crafted on the wrinkles of their faces
Once in a blue moon

The sun blares and the stars glow

Love tickles the mind and spreads sweet calming waves

Darkness and light hues like tosses

Unveiling the crescent from the draught of the eclipse

Once in a blue moon

We lie under the dark blue skies

And find solace on the cool of the sticky sand



At the cross

Where the king was slain

He bore all the pain

At the cross

The saviour was pinned

To save all that sinned

At the cross

Come all burdened by hurt

Be healed by his bruises and cut

At the cross

Come all broken and shattered

Let life’s chains be battered

At the cross

Come all drained by strife

Be refreshed and alive

At the cross

Come all weary with toils

Whose lives have been soiled

At the cross

Tender your earnest plead

He’ll meet all your needs

At the cross

Drop it at his feet

Tell him all about it

At the cross

Cry all your tears

He listens and he hears

At the cross

Drop all your fears

And cast all your cares


Oh the piercing night

A roaring voice of death whispered my name

In between the caves of misty dreams,I floated

Like a swift wheat darting round the water waves

My fate shrunk in the deepest nightmare

Raining terror within me like blown cinders

The fierce breeze tore deep into my scaly skin

Corroding my heavy eyes flooded with tears

A thick mist grew from the dark and shade my heart

my whole being sublimed into the air of my wild thoughts

Birthing words that lips can’t bear imprinted on tiny drops of tears

Pounding heavily as they marry my confiding pillow

Beyond the dazzling spit of the night dew

Owls of the night are chanting their rhythm of bad omen

Dark heavy clouds steal the smiles of the crescent

Bathing the night with drowning foams of darkness

Beyond the silent screams of the night

I lay ripped of my voice with an almost losing breath

My mind racing round this abyss like a craving wolf

Claws of panic sinking deep into my torn frame

More like a needle thrown into the deepest part of the sea

Coaxed to the vapour of the dreadful night

Thoughts are flying like blind hummingbirds

Moulding dreadful scenes of fog covered sight

Now when dawn finally swims out of the ocean of this silent thorny night

I’ll wake up to the caressing touch of the morning rays

With glistering stars embracing the whole sky

With soothing dews raining from beyond the clouds


Today being International girl’s day….
This poem is inspired by a story a 10 year old girl told me, say no to sexual abuse!!! It leaves a scar that’s hard to erase

On a bed clothed in fumes of pain
My agony lies in the smiles I wear to avoid the tears
Like a toy thrown to the abyss to feed the consuming urge of a beast
I’m torn by lustful claws and devoured by selfish pleasures
I am a decayed being hiding under the beauty of a frame
With a frail skin flowing beneath the reflection of running waters
I remember the fingers that trapped my skin
Dragged my shivering frame to a heart pounding fast
My eyes went on a journey searching through his eyes
Reading the desires on his mind through the grin on his face
I saw the flame of lust, I saw pain in pleasure
He tore through the me in me and left me groaning in emptiness
My lips were glued by threats and couldn’t utter a word
I am but a child eaten up by a man the world crowns with glory
Here my agony is encrypted on the pages of a book my ink decorates with words
Lying here cradled in the warmth of my bed
My pen bleeds and digs deeper
Digging in search of the me I lost to sexual abuse


This poem is inspired by doubts and wild thoughts

What if we’ve been chasing life in all the wrong places
Seeking bricks of solace to mould our heart’s spaces
What if the trees are birds
Singing songs we’ve not heard
What if we possess the cure but ignorantly toil through bushes for answer
While our problems slowly eat us up like a terrible cancer
What if the sky is just a heavy dark fog
Smooching the earth in a tight sweet hug
What if the huge mountain and the deepest pit in our minds we’ve always felt
Is a shadow of a frame of ice our tiny hands can melt
What if all our treasures and glories are just a dream we’ll wake up from
And the glaring world we envisioned is an empty space with no form
What if the sun isn’t shiny and hot
But a dark round frame that’s little and soft
What if we actually don’t dream
But sojourns on a land with a light that’s dim
What if the ocean and the sea
Are tears of a being we can’t see
What if there exist no light
But a gleam of our sight
What if you are not you
And the truth isn’t just true
Just what if…..



If yesterday was today
When the full moon gave a dazzling grin
This sphere we call earth was fertile and green
The scorching rays of the sun caressed our soft skin
The track of our dreams were unbowed and keen

If yesterday was today
When our visions darted round the clouds so high
Our rhythmic voices screeched underneath the glowing sky
Our smiles ascended beyond the high towers
Decorating our world with glinting rose flowers

If yesterday was today
When the trees had deep strong root
Our lips birthed words of truth
Our faces wore a healing smile
Distance between our hearts was just a mile

If yesterday was today
When beauty blended with good character
Company of friends roared with laughter
The future was a glossy imagination
More than a picture or crafted fiction

Now we dance to the tune of injustice
Betrayal is wrapped in the bosom of a kiss
Now our visions shrink and bleed
Oh not the future we so need
Now we wish that yesterday was today