The Parking

If one day 

You stumble upon these lines

And they taste sour 

Bitter like a medicine 

Welcome to The Parking 

The only place I could peacefully

Lay down my heart 

Leave it here unchained

To face the wilding world 

To love yourself

To love yourself so dearly and tenderly 

Must be a script written throughout your life 

For a night like tonight 

For a day like today 

When you are the only one 

Left standing with you 

When you are the only one 

Sitting beside yourself 

To love yourself so dearly and tenderly 

Let it be the light that pierce through your night 

When the evening shadows are all you see 

And their silence is all you hear 

Find it in the depth of your despair 

To be kind and all loving 

With the love that has carried you through 

Through the ragging years 

To love yourself so dearly and tenderly 

Let it be the embrace that carries you through.

Johny come late must vote

First it was peace in our land

He has no land to call his own, apparently

Then they decided, he needs a government

A government that can take instructions  

They decided he is a capitalist, even without capital

They decided he will dance to the judiciary

A judiciary of foreign laws 

They decided he will hum to parliament tune

Where someone will sit and talk on his behalf 

They decided the executive is his Lord 

Hey must get out of the road for the blue lights

They reached deep in their pockets 

To form political parties and decorate old ones

For he doesnt understand political party systems 

But Johnny come late must vote 

He needs a representative 

He needs a party

He is a free man 

Johny come late must vote 

Sunshine

She is a beautiful rose

Made for a summer day

In blissful moments

She blossoms in her grandeur 

A ray of sunlight 

That pierce through this heart

Leaving awesome trails of glee 

She is the King of Light 

That shines throughout a summers day 

Her beauty and her splendour

Is for joyful moments

Her heart hangs on her sleeve 

Nothing breaks it like the end of bliss

The last second of a summers day 

Before the winter dawn

She is already folded 

She is the King of Light 

Made for a summer day 

- for Sunshine

Moments

 It won’t be long 

That together again 

We shall dance in the rain 

I know when you look up

There is no sign of rain

But it’s only a matter of time 

Before we wake up again

To timeless moments  

Moments are coming 

When we shall dance in the rain

A strange place

 This world is a terrible place 

A strange place to be lonely 

A seemingly familiar unfamiliar place 

With de javus imprinted

On the sands of time

Have we been here before? 

But this strange place is a nightmarish room

Full of familiar strangers, not knowing

Where they are heading to 

When you think you walk with a friend 

You find yourself alone 

In this terrible place 

A strange place to be alone 

A silly world fool of people 

Tulips

 Don’t let tulips lie to you

Don’t let them tell you of deserts

And dungeon of horrid cold 

They are tulips

It takes two lips

To tell a lie  

Mosquito

 It is strange to sleep in a house 

Without a mosquito

No irking cry of an imminent sting

But a blissful silence 

It’s a strange morning 

When you wake up 

With a body without itchy boils 

Father

Father where have you been? 

Have you been to the mountains 

To peek into our future 

Or are we fatherless 

Father have you slept  hungry?

To spare us from a gut wrenching hunger?

Do you worry and wonder 

Or are we fatherless 

This thing of ours 2

 There is a poem 

This thing of ours 

A caricature of bliss 

 Livid for a moment 

Blossomed for a minute

Alas, it’s a song for a season

Like the summers that’s no more

But a shadow of its glorious past 

This thing of our is a shadow of its past 

A song that has been sang out of season 

When no one is listening and nothing is left