You may be far away
That I cannot hear your voice
That which path of life
I shouldn’t follow
That you cannot wipe my tears
With your smile
When I am angry
You may be far away
You may be far away
That you cannot hear
The noise of your grand sons
Whom you never left behind
That you cannot see
Your slim, little boy is now a man
That I cannot show you my bride
You may be far away
But you have never been
Away from me
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
»Beyond The Eyes«
I know when the winter sets in
There will be cold and flu
Days are short
Nights are long
I know when I see death
It's cold
It's mysterious
It's unknown
No man lived to tell.
I know when I see tears
Its pain
Its sorrow
Its heartbreak
At times its joy
Its happiness.
I know when I see love
It radiates warmth
From the heart
It brings smiles
It brings hope
At times it brings sorrow
It leaves scars and wounds.
I know when I see a child
It's full of innocence
Love and affection
Hopes
Dreams of tomorrow.
I know when I look at the sky
It's full of mysteries
Of what lies beyond the horizons
And what secret it holds
Away from the earth.
There will be cold and flu
Days are short
Nights are long
I know when I see death
It's cold
It's mysterious
It's unknown
No man lived to tell.
I know when I see tears
Its pain
Its sorrow
Its heartbreak
At times its joy
Its happiness.
I know when I see love
It radiates warmth
From the heart
It brings smiles
It brings hope
At times it brings sorrow
It leaves scars and wounds.
I know when I see a child
It's full of innocence
Love and affection
Hopes
Dreams of tomorrow.
I know when I look at the sky
It's full of mysteries
Of what lies beyond the horizons
And what secret it holds
Away from the earth.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Song Of Man
If I cant make it tonight
Know that life forced me
To be
So that I could be
A man
Just like others
With smile on their faces
Each day back home
With a loaf of bread
For their family
If I cant make it tonight
Weep not for me
All your life
Block not
The flow of love
From your veins
Let not your life
Go with me
Beneath the earth
If I cant make it tonight
Don’t tell them so
That which is the truth
Don’t let them know
That which would break
Their hearts
That with blood
On my hands
Their bowl of food
Came from that
If I cant make it tonight
Know that
The scars and pain
You saw on my face
Reaches not deep
In my skin
Nor flow in my veins
That deep in me
Lies a human
If I cant make it tonight
Know the song of man?
That as soon as he’s born
He begins to die
Remember thee
Those words
If I cant make it tonight
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Durban, South Africa.
17th Nov. 2009
Know that life forced me
To be
So that I could be
A man
Just like others
With smile on their faces
Each day back home
With a loaf of bread
For their family
If I cant make it tonight
Weep not for me
All your life
Block not
The flow of love
From your veins
Let not your life
Go with me
Beneath the earth
If I cant make it tonight
Don’t tell them so
That which is the truth
Don’t let them know
That which would break
Their hearts
That with blood
On my hands
Their bowl of food
Came from that
If I cant make it tonight
Know that
The scars and pain
You saw on my face
Reaches not deep
In my skin
Nor flow in my veins
That deep in me
Lies a human
If I cant make it tonight
Know the song of man?
That as soon as he’s born
He begins to die
Remember thee
Those words
If I cant make it tonight
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Durban, South Africa.
17th Nov. 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
The Last Journey
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not to an exotic island
For a holiday
Neither to a mountain
For a treck
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not with your spouse
Or Children
Not on a trip
To visit beloved parents
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not in a suit and suitcases
Not in your golden bracelets
And necklaces
That day when you depart
The last journey
When you depart
Not in a plane
Not in a limousine
With aides
That day when you depart
The last journey
You will be driven, not driving
You will be leaving, not returning
They will be crying, not laughing
That day when you depart
Is when you shall depart
Not to an exotic island
For a holiday
Neither to a mountain
For a treck
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not with your spouse
Or Children
Not on a trip
To visit beloved parents
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not in a suit and suitcases
Not in your golden bracelets
And necklaces
That day when you depart
The last journey
When you depart
Not in a plane
Not in a limousine
With aides
That day when you depart
The last journey
You will be driven, not driving
You will be leaving, not returning
They will be crying, not laughing
That day when you depart
Monday, August 31, 2009
WHILE YOU SLEPT
While you slept
There was a scuffle
Noises
A scream
A burglar caught in the act?
An abuse?
Domestic feud?
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
There was a coup coup d'etat
Blood was shed
Civil war broke out
A revolution?
Dictator is born?
Puppet regime?
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
A dying soul stretched
An empty bowl
For food
Perhaps they will see
Another dawn
Perhaps they will be
A history tomorrow
While you slept
A petal blossomed
To a flower
A bride groomed
To a wife
A boy became
A man
A pride was broken
She was now
A woman
While you slept
There was a smile
On your face
Your body moved
You clasped your hands
Your lips twitched
May be you wanted to say it
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
A drop from the sky
Watered a seed
Perhaps it shall grow to a tree
And give us
Fruits
Shade
Firewood
Or a furniture
Perhaps that drop too
Shall water
Your emotions
That some day
May grow up
To a romantic tree
In your heart.
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Durban, RSA
31ST Aug 2009
There was a scuffle
Noises
A scream
A burglar caught in the act?
An abuse?
Domestic feud?
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
There was a coup coup d'etat
Blood was shed
Civil war broke out
A revolution?
Dictator is born?
Puppet regime?
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
A dying soul stretched
An empty bowl
For food
Perhaps they will see
Another dawn
Perhaps they will be
A history tomorrow
While you slept
A petal blossomed
To a flower
A bride groomed
To a wife
A boy became
A man
A pride was broken
She was now
A woman
While you slept
There was a smile
On your face
Your body moved
You clasped your hands
Your lips twitched
May be you wanted to say it
Perhaps yes
Perhaps not
While you slept
A drop from the sky
Watered a seed
Perhaps it shall grow to a tree
And give us
Fruits
Shade
Firewood
Or a furniture
Perhaps that drop too
Shall water
Your emotions
That some day
May grow up
To a romantic tree
In your heart.
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Durban, RSA
31ST Aug 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
IF ONLY THEY KNEW
If only they knew
They wouldn’t reach
Just meters away
The journey would end
If only they knew
They wouldn’t last
Just after the honeymoon
The tension would begin
If only they knew
They wouldn’t take it
Just as they part
Loneliness would set it
If only they knew
There will be war
Just after they started
Their ethnic rhetoric
If only they knew
He would forget them
Just after they voted
And chose him
As their leader
If only they knew
There will be tears
There will be laughter
There will be life
There will be death
If only they knew
There will be trust
There will be betrayal
There will be rain
There will be rainbow
If only they knew.
They wouldn’t reach
Just meters away
The journey would end
If only they knew
They wouldn’t last
Just after the honeymoon
The tension would begin
If only they knew
They wouldn’t take it
Just as they part
Loneliness would set it
If only they knew
There will be war
Just after they started
Their ethnic rhetoric
If only they knew
He would forget them
Just after they voted
And chose him
As their leader
If only they knew
There will be tears
There will be laughter
There will be life
There will be death
If only they knew
There will be trust
There will be betrayal
There will be rain
There will be rainbow
If only they knew.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Shattered Hopes & Dreams
Can you pick up the pieces
When the glasses
Are broken
And pieces
Are scattered
Can you pick up the pieces
When the ashes
Of your dreams
Are blown away
And spread
Across the land
Can you pick up the pieces
When the horizon
Of your dream is blurred
The sky of your life
Is cloudy
With no rainbow in sight
Can you pick up the pieces
When you stumble
In the race of life
Not once or twice
But always
Can you pick up the pieces
When the spring of your life
Has dried up
When the petals
Of your being
Has withered
Can you pick up the pierces
And start from the ground
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By: Tiema H. Muindi
27th Aug 2009, Durban, RSA.
When the glasses
Are broken
And pieces
Are scattered
Can you pick up the pieces
When the ashes
Of your dreams
Are blown away
And spread
Across the land
Can you pick up the pieces
When the horizon
Of your dream is blurred
The sky of your life
Is cloudy
With no rainbow in sight
Can you pick up the pieces
When you stumble
In the race of life
Not once or twice
But always
Can you pick up the pieces
When the spring of your life
Has dried up
When the petals
Of your being
Has withered
Can you pick up the pierces
And start from the ground
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By: Tiema H. Muindi
27th Aug 2009, Durban, RSA.
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