Poetry: I WRITE

Poetry:  WRITE


I write because
There my night turns into day
My dusk shadows brings forth light
And in every word lies a dream

I write because
I have never forgotten the rhythm of the sea
For the love and the secret that haunts us
To find reasons for our presence and actions

I write because
They are letters scribbled on the back of the dead
Against time which we defeated and conquered
Bringing to life what we created and recreated

I write because
Each poem is tied to the tree that inspires us
Because I have learned to read the sand and water shade
To understand the cloud and the daily flight of birds





I write because
I am waiting to capture the edge of this world
To stop its very breath and make it listens
As a standby light on the back of every cold night

I write because
Each poem is a silent but extremely loud prayer
Clothed with the robe of an infinite eternity
To save the silent ones and those unspoken for

I write because
The tinted words on every turned page
Illuminates those who count on my lips
To fill the black hole dunged into every day

I write because
The blinding flashes in every single thought
Is my way to be free from every pinching letter
Looking to find its voice in this unsaid world






Bitter Sweet

This is a narrative free verse poem. I have come to understand that to every bitter story there could be sweetness to it. It all comes down to how we perceive the situation around us. The truth is we can choose to be happy even when things are going wrong! For me happiness is strictly a choice. I hope this poem gives someone out there some clarity.


Bitter Sweet
The cloud moved terribly today, different from its normal morning hello. I knew it was a gloomy day not because the rain was busy beating my torn heelless shoe but also because the lightning was slapping its signature all over the sky.  I was overwhelmed by the feeling of worthlessness and self-guilt, I cried aloud with stillness in my voice, accompanied by a lifeless tear drop down my cheek. The whole world was against me, yes all of it! The sun shined only to burn out my already battered skin, the wind blew fiercely only to reveal my tattered dress. Once again I was lost in the sorrow of my own prejudice.

The cloud swept along its path today, clearing the way for a fresh pouring rain that silently washed the muds off my fairly worn shoes. A beautiful day I saw as the lightning decorated the sky with its fiery shiny wand.  I was carried away by this enchanting melody that engulfed my heart and it’s very beat. I cried silently with loudness in my voice, accompanied by a ticklish tear drop down my cheek. The whole world was for me, yes all of it! The sun smiled at the end of each tunnel giving my darkness a ray of hope. Once again I was salvaged by the pleasure of my very own openness.


The music was out of tune today, bringing deafness to my inner soul. I felt the harp piercing into the deepness of my ulcerated skin, the tune of the guitar was way beyond my understanding. Life felt meaningless just like the sound of a broken violin. Confusion struck me like a stick against the face of a tattered drum, incredibly loud yet unusually quiet. With anger fuelled by the silence of a muted flute and emotions buried over the whistling of a soprano clarinet, one thing was inexplicably certain- I was lifeless like the palms of a dead dark forest.

The music played again today, beautiful melody to a gentle soul, its sound mending my deepest hurt and soothing my unseen scar. The tune of the guitar was imperfectly perfect, bringing meaning to my life like a violin does to an OperaClarity graced my back like a stick against a bass drum, incredibly loud yet unusually vibrant. Anger suppressed by the enchanting whisper of a pan flute, spirit lifted by the lyrical tune puffing out of a beautiful clarinet, one thing was absolutely certain- I was dancing like the palms of a well tamed garden.