Wednesday, 11 July 2018


If you are one of them
you are not one for them
So hide your curves
In plain sight of their clothes
Hunch your shoulders
Hide the breasts
Speak their language
Be like them

Walk like them
Walk with them
Make an ally of predators
Take his mind off of you
Sheep in wolves' couture
When you take it off,
You're beautiful

You are soft and supple
A woman in a man's world
They can have you
Forcibly, harm you physically
In a man's world
You are woman at night
Behind closed doors
In cover of darkness

It's morning, sheep
Whatever you choose to be
Today is not the day you wear your skin

Monday, 1 January 2018

New Year Requiem

We are quest-ers
Left with even more questions
We find out at the end
We are being dragged to begin again
We only fake control

When you are thankful for an ending
You are also giving thanks for a beginning
But you only have one
Because life doesn't allow double wins
And yours is not the invisible hand in control

When you try to get more
Out of this than you ought
So you set milestones to celebrate
And set goals to attain
To mark an ending
And fake control

But endings are beginnings
All that is ever gained 
Are questions
Even more questions 

So meet me at 
Your goals ending
Another beginning
And show me what you have gained
I know what you have found
More questions

Before you can ask
"Is this it?"
You are thrown into another beginning
But if you can find space
Between the old and new
An unclaimed space
Between the old and new...

Seize it, you've earned it
And have a Happy New year

To False Starts

Instead of early sprints,
The stuff of high expectations
The mother of heartache
Borne of the age-old scammer

The first few go
They bear no traits 
Of the oncoming
Trust that
They are not 
Pregnant harbingers
And let them

Make room
For false starts
And glitches
And do not go
Knotting them in threads
Attaching them to the unseen
And conjuring patterns
The ones that live in your head

In the name of
False starts
All that can go wrong 
Happy New Year

Monday, 25 December 2017

A Heart on Empty

I can't tell.
Is this my replay
Or hollow echoes

This tug-and-pull
Of doubt and glee
In the same heart
Gasping for life

Your words could
Make the difference
But what do I make of an
I who have only brought grief

My heart has no fodder
To ignite your love into a flame
And though you are enough for two,
I can't come to love
With my heart on empty

Everything the Light Touches

Come with me
Into the light

Let's be dancing shadows
Gyrating silhouettes
Beating out of sync hearts
Giggling school girls

Come with me
Watch the hills wake
The light penetrate the mist

Come with me
To where the touch
Is gentle
the glow unfading
And everything the light touches
Can be yours

My Patch of Dirt

Ashes to ashes
You are the
That betters my can't-cut-it
Bad on our own
Yet good together

Dust to Dust
You are respite.
For a heart
That is always searching,
You are
The patch of dirt
I call home

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Happy New Year

Happy new year
But we're cynical about the vigil
It’s just another day
We’re impervious to wishes and prayers
They’re just empty words
Our hearts are insulated against hope
Can’t afford another let down

From experience
Optimism doesn't stay the hands of fate
The first few minutes have no bearing
It’s a drop in the ocean of 10000 others
Whether you meet it in at the altar
Or behind a film of smoke
The new year like all news only hits once
Then it’s back to regular clockwork
Indeed only the year is new

But for the sake of those to whom it matters
Let's gift each other a Happy New Year