what matters

it isn't the fullness of your lips
that makes me want to kiss you
it is the words that you speak through them

it isn't your well built body
that makes me want to hug you
it is the heart that lies within

it isn't the color of your eyes
that draws me towards you
its the truth and kindness they show

it isn't the softness or shine
that makes me want to ruffle your hair
it is those amazing thoughts that lie inside

coz it isn't for the handsome guy
that i fell
i fell for the beautiful soul

Forever kind

I went to the shop yesterday
to pick out a card for you
don't ask me the occasion
I just went coz I wanted t

I picked a few
Then I kept them back
I went around to look
At some in another rack

I searched, browsed, looked
And read almost every card
And though some were good
To pick one for you was very hard

Some talked of long friendships
Others of sharing it all
While some were straight from the heart
Other told stories long and tall

Then it struck me why
This task was such a bother
Because the friendship we share
Is unlike any other

It hasn’t been long
We haven’t yet shared it all
And the compliments we share
Are outnumbered by our brawls

Yet there is something about us
That I feel in my heart and mind
You aren’t just any other friend
You are the” forever” kind

I didn't do nothing

Our eyes meet across the street
He checks me out from head to feet
Of course I’m looking at him too
He looks simply too good to be true

That bronze like skin
That chiseled chin
Those amazing eyes
The colour of the skies


He gives me a half smile
Brimming with naughty vibes

I don’t smile just pout with my lips
Bat my lashes give my hair a flip

Another look into his eyes
Tells me he is all mine

Just then the girl
Standing beside
Nudges his elbow
And gives me the evil eye

She drags him away
He keeps turning back
She thinks, ”What does she
Have That I lack?”

There is nothing wrong with you darling
I think it’s just me
I was just flirting around
Didn’t you see?

Don’t worry about it
Don’t give it another thought
You can’t really help it
if your boyfriend thinks I’m hot

student

forehead filled with worry wrinkles
eyes beneath reflect injustice
a stooped down shoulder
a let down spirit
a walk without the spring
a voice without life

innocence - not lost, just never found
creative instincts trampled and buried in the ground

a brain filled with nonsensical words
and meaningless numbers

a day filled with homework
a week filled with tests
months filled with exams
and the vicious cycle keeps going on

a race to achieve what is most coveted
a snooty university, a plushy job

lucid visions of love and lust
painted in the canvass of their minds
by the brushes of the media

a world that begins and ends with"me"
a world with no time left for "we"

"kindness, humility, humanity, peace and love"
words familiar only in textbooks

"secular sovereign democratic
brotherhood and fraternity"
words known only because
it is "coming" for a test

where relationships turnneedy
where friends turn greedy

oh what is it with them
their monotonous days
and superficial ways

present

aching ...yearning
longing
loved ...lonely
confused
in denial
yet acceptance??

a hopeless fear replaces
a fearless hope

outgoing
yet unable to express?
or maybe able to express yet can't?
engulfed by love
embraced by hate

at peace with the world
in war with self