He has been running up and down
Like some crazed banshee
Like a mad man
In this village
Having no peace
Making incoherent noises
Across the width and breadth of this village
Promising this and that
Claiming this and that
Raising incessant and unnecessary ruckus
Upsetting up everyone
Messing up everyone
And generally making a nausance of himself…

But we know the truth
That this poor man has eaten something
Something that does not belong to him
And this something that does not belong to him is eating the man
The something has made this man mad…

Don’t eat something that does not belong to you
The something will eat you one day.


When the dust has finally settled down
When the dusk has finally enveloped the hours in an intimate embrace
When the birds have quietened down
When the moon is shining benevolently upon the Earth
And when the stars twinkles shyly high above and you are all alone
It is when truth finally shows her naked face
She purposefully and piercingly stares at your torn soul
She plods at the hurting pieces of your soul with a searing logic
She takes you on a journey
A journey back into time
She meaningfully points out at the landmarks of blunders and mistakes that you have made along the way
She drags you through the mists of ignorance that have permanently pervaded your construed world
She doesn’t speak
She instead stares at you so mercilessly
Oh Truth
Why are you so cruel?
You ask the dark darkness
But the darkness doesn’t speak either
She too stares darkly at your bereft soul
Everything stands still as a certain realisation violently slaps your face
In shock, you realise that there is absolutely no one to blame
It is all about you
It has been all about you and it will always be all about you
You are responsible for your self
No one is and never will be
The fault was yours from the beginning
You are responsible
You will always be responsible for everything that happens in your life
You are the captain of your ship called life
Take charge
Courage is when you own up
Courage is when you accept that all those false assumptions, wrong beliefs, blunders and mistakes have solely been done by you
What a feeling
What an emancipation of the mind
What a relief
When the Truth finally smiles at you
When a certain light lits up in her eyes and actually assuages your soul
Ah Truth
You could be so beautiful yet so hurting sometimes…

The House

Once in a while
I pass by the house
A sad and dilapidated affair
That used to be my house
A rented house
In the fringes of humanity
But a house all the same
Just to remind myself
Of how things used to be
Back then…

The house stands behind a tattered and sorry looking metal gate
It’s green paint peeling off
It’s noisy hinges grumbling with rue
Of better times
The house is a desolate thing
The cracked walls tries to hold it together
Trying to gather around it’s self the long and lost past
But with little success…

The roof is rusty and tired
The doors and windows are haggard
And devoid of life
They just hang in on there
Swinging with a stifled anger
And without any hope for better days ahead…

I shudder with a curious uneasiness
As I walk past the house
And I instantly recall
That this used to be
My abode
My home
My crib
My sanctuary
My state house
My white house
My dark house
The place where I used to rest my tired bones and soul
A one roomed shack sans piped water affair…

And oh boy
This shack is full of memories
Most bitter
Some grand
Others crazy
And few positive…

I still remember vividly
How I would lie awake
On my rickety bed
In some dark night
And listen silently
While the rain pelted down the poor tin roof
With a certain vengeance
And the harsh sound
Would lull me into uneasy sleep
And I would dream
Of grandeur
Of fame
Of wealth…

But the harsh sun
In the following morning
Would briskly rouse me
From my sweet dream world
With it’s burning heat rays
That would penetrate the weak and ancient tin roof
With a mighty determination
And bake my hapless spirit
To the ugly reality…

The plonk
That I used to slosh
Every other night
In the many dimly lit off license Shebeens
Never helped matters
I had thought I was drowning my sorrows
But the wily sorrows had learned how to swim to safety
And haunt and hunt me
The following day
And I was beleaguered with an ugly dread
When the cocks would announce
And with a certain vanity
The arrival of another morning
Unwanted morning
While I trudged warily
To the house
In the wee hours of the morning
Lonely and alone while lost in deep thoughts…


The House….

The Darkness…

The darkness is ever silent

Ever present

Ready to stalk and sulk

And patiently awaits

To descend

Upon an exhausted soul

To haunt and torment

With a certain vicious pain

And anguish

That relentlessly

Taunts a beautiful spirit

With ungainly

Scopes of depression

Anxiety mercilessly grips

A benevolent heart

While the voices

Refuses to keep quiet…


The darkness

Is ever present

Even in a laughter filled

And sunny days

But no one would

Ever suspect

The enormous



Behind a smiling face

But again

These things

Are never said


A great sense of humour

Is the only escape

From this darkness…


No one

Hears the loud silent cry

Laughter is someone’s cry

Laughter is someone’s

Attempt to heal

Deep wounds

Frightening wounds

That somehow

Refuses to heal…



This darkness is comforting


This darkness is frightening

All familiar

All part of self

There are some things

That this darkness


That makes sense

And sometimes does not make sense

This darkness brings certain loneliness


The darkness is a friend


The darkness is a foe



Mr & Miss Wrong

They teach,
Bitter lessons.
They open blind eyes,
To obvious reason.
They knock reality,
Into someone’s stubborn heart.
They hurt.
Both Mr & Miss Wrong.

But both Mr & Miss wrong,
Are necessary,
In this struggle,
Called relationship.
Mr & Miss wrong,
Makes one,
Learn how,
To respect,
And treat right,
Both Mr & Mrs Right.

The Real You

There is certain person
A special person
A powerful person
A beautiful person
A great person
A wise person
A mighty person
A blessed person
A wonderful person
And that person is you
Existing inside of you
And has always been part of you
The real you…

But unfortunately
You have been on the run
Running away from this special person
Sadly you have been hiding from this wonderful person
The real you…

You are afraid of this person
You cow in awe of this person
You really admire this person
You are frightened by the sheer power and potential you instinctively sense in this person
But unfortunately
You have been alienated
From this person
The real you…

Fake beliefs
Have all separated you
From this great person
The real you…

Be yourself
And remember that
You are here
Not to please anybody
Apart from your dear God

It’s time
To holistically
With your real self…