Beginning my purposeful journey

In the absence of my heart, I'm nothing. The heart that beats and pumps my nerves to grow my mind into what its supposed to be. I don't underestimate the power of the mind at all, it's as powerful as powerful gets. It's the engine that churns out my dreams in it's form and shape. Yet the heart is where the intent of innovation resides. The place where the first spark, the first spurt of happiness, of drive appears. Listening to the heart is like eating warm home cooked meals, it's a source of comfort and nostalgia. The mind, on the other hand, has taken me into places of adventure , of unimaginable grasslands of hopes and certainities. It's visualised my life in flesh and blood and seen me fulfilling the prophecy of the heart.

As I embark on this new journey, I hope that I don't struggle to start, to listen to my heart and guide my mind to make me become what I want to. To fulfill me, I need to be my guiding light. To inspire people to fulfill their potential by fulfilling my potential.

Her

It’s been a long time Ive spoken to you.

You with the gap in between your teeth and hair messed up open

How have you been, my love?

Why do you look so weary, your bright shining eyes not anymore?

Have the regular ups and downs been difficult, and still counting?

I hear you, I understand.

Come, let me hug you with the warmest snug hug I can give

I see your pain, behind your hesitant laugh

I feel your tears, behind the comfort u give them

I hear your rantings, behind your ways of making them smile

But why don’t you see, beautiful, you are my favourite

Your soul is blameless, light and white

The way you love, a child is shy

The way you care, a mother’s peer

Why don’t you see, love, what I see in you

You are like Sweet wine, well rounded rolling on the tongue

These scars have wrapped you like satin

Why do you quiver, why is your breath short

You are brave, my daffodil, in field of weathered grass

And you will be His favorite, keep Outshining. 

Will It matter

Does it matter that you've done your best
But never received your due
Does it matter that they smile, while you are miserable
Frantically hanging onto a single thread of hope and justice
Does it matter at all, what they say
Since not a word is spoken from his heart to mine.

How many times can you cry a cry
And still feel burdened deep within
The smiles and their baggages, will haunt you in your realities
Let them go they scream,  crying out to save my soul

Its a constant push n pull
The age old story of that love of mine
Tempting, pushing me over the edge
But staying out and walled
Keeping me close and keeping me away.
A dagger close to his heart, pierced with my helplessness

Let go. Let go. Let go, he says.
Early sun saw my bare hands revel.

Melancholic epiphany

Suddenly you will know
When in the middle of your tracks
The grass isn't smoother
The tiny stones have multiplied
The Moss is shining brighter
That you are slipping

You will breathe a breath
Amongst the thousands
And know suddenly
That the sun has changed it's course
That you are walking alone

In a moment of routine you will realise
That it wasn't meant to happen,
That heartbeat wasn't yours,
The spirit spoke, whispered, go away
And you let go, of the largest dream u were burdened with.

And suddenly you will know. In the middle of a Saturday night.

You are the good one.

Are you the one they insulted
Despite you wanting to do the right thing
Did they badger you with their heartless words
Despite ur big bold beautiful heart
Trust me,  you are the good one.

Did they say you betrayed them
Because you said no,
Because you won't take it lying down
Did they mock and question you
Despite you baring your vulnerabilities
Trust me, you are the good one.

Did they choose words and words only
Despite you needing more action
Did they walk with prideful smiles
Despite your heartache and sorrow.
Trust me,  you are the good one.

Because the good ones mostly grapple
With pained and sorrowful hearts
They are the ones who are wronged
And brutally slammed with harshness.
But also their hearts are pure. And they are also meek.
The ones who think a thousand times over
The ones who give you a hand
The ones who don't deter from who they are,
Always standing for who they are,
Those r the good ones.
And trust me, my dear, only the good ones last.

Ugly

Adulthood is Ugly.

Its staring at me, and suddenly showing me the different colors of fear, insecurity, betrayal,there are more tears, the ones that make your heart hollow.

Its ugly, because friends reveal their dark side.

their ability to choose themselves so much, that your heart is wrecked by their lifeless words

Its ugly because people you've loved only hear you, they don't listen

their inability to feel the meaning of the words that you've carefully chosen

Its ugly because they tell you your dreams are impractical and difficult

their lack of belief in you, even when you are struggling to breathe and walk the tight rope all by yourself

its an ugly adulthood because childhood was as scary, but trusting

There was no fear, even in the absence of insecurity,childhood laughs and adulthood cowers.

Its ugly because it makes me hunch, a few inches inside my self, as a child had me taking longer strides, quickly into the wind

Its ugly, this adulthood, or maybe its the ugliness around me, people with their beautiful smiles and bodies, perfect shapes and voices, ones that steal and devour at my soul, my smile, my strides, the sprint in my walk, the spark in my eyes. 

One line poetry

You are a cumulative effect of all your thoughts, dreams, actions, observations, feelings and still so much more.