#poetry His unfeigned kindness and unentittled affection pierced through the gray scale casting a silhouette of a vintage love on their fair hearts;no passion to hide and none to confess,. with her ...

The world is burning not only in forests and cities, but in hearts and institutions. These flames, though metaphorical, are consuming everything in their path including our sense of shared humanity. ...

There is darkness that exist under the sun. Making the world dark. Even if light is shone upon it. It only light on a few. Some eyes are blind. If light is i beside them, they may not see. Some...

#poetry When the world looks at you they see a tool Your opinions weigh less than a dog's The luck you have to see the world Be grateful you live; the way you live isn't yours but mine Be grateful t...

#poetry Son looks at mother with disdain He tells her she knows nothing He looks at father with kinder eyes Even when father might act out of terms He is still smarter than mother could ever be He ...

When we finally see the light, The truth, the beauty, When the sweet flower of love is given unto us, And the sweet scent of magic fills the air. When the door is finally open, And the light has s...

I am a tree. A wonder in the forest. A shade from sunlight. A shelter for birds. I am a tree. A delight in the forest. A safe haven for survival. A food and and a herb. I am a tree. A sight...

#Poetry A political puppet with a pinch of nuisance value An unlettered persona, a dazed despot With simile of psychological imbalance Full of arrogance of ignorance Consumed by hubris and politic...

Life is a school. The school of Life. And the Universe, Is its University. Life teaches us great lessons in its school The solar worlds the classroom. And we are the very teachers and students of o...

Over the years, I've learned to see The power of peace in chaos' sea Challenges sweep like floods so strong Drenching, consuming, all day long Anxiety breaks free, fear takes its toll Fear, tension...

Life is a drama. And God is the creator. Every creature has a role; and we are the very actors in the theatre (the solar world). Everything that is made, not a single thing is out of purpose: w...

#poetry Poetry was never intended to be bound by rigid structures, rhyme schemes, meter, or stanzas. Poetry was meant to emanate spontaneously from the heart, unencumbered by artificial constraints, a...

#poetry Life is a series of seekingly seemingly hopefully mutually beneficial business transactions. SIMU

A BOY IN SAVANNAH Born to shackles, not of iron or steel, but of circumstance— invisible chains forged in silence, tightened by poverty, by absence, by the cruel indifference of fate. Lucky Dube...

#poetry I try so much to be on the good side of life but how drawn I am to being the opposite is alarming. I'm so consumed in thoughts that I don't notice that the vacuum created isn't really a vacuum...

The whispering green palms. A sight of tranquil. That brings relief from despair. When rush of anxiety blows into the mind, The passing wind blows the anxiety. Making way for a changed mind. The...

#poetry What is the intrinsic factor driving humanity's predisposition to dominate, subdue, and establish class divisions, displaying a capacity for inconsiderate treatment of fellow humans, segregati...

#poetry Didi is a boy A boy on the shore A shore by the coast A coast to the sea A sea filled with ships Ships heading to the unknown The unknown lies beyond Beyond the coast to the sea The Sea whic...

#poetry The sun's rays are not withheld from a plant for a prolonged period, with the intention of accumulating light to shine it all at once in a surprising display, because the plant would likely pe...

It's not seen. It’s the silence between breaths. The invisible ache masked by "I’m okay." It slips behind smiles, Shadows behind laughter that sounds too rehearsed. It’s tiredness no sleep cures...