Turn the pages ‘till the break of day,Dance like there’s no one with anything to say,Kiss the mirror; your own self do not betray. Aghast at deceptions and half-truths,And though oft’ your mind in solace will brewlies and untruths,To thine own self be true.
Midnight wind whispers, Secrets in the moonlit hush, Whisking away dreams, Soft breath in the darkness rush.
Beneath the equator’s gentle arc, Dar es Salaam awakens, Sunrise casting shadows on tales untold, Harbor whispers mix with the pulse of the Indian Ocean. Streets weave stories, a vibrant mosaic unfolds, Mango vendors call amid the morning’s heat, Dhow sails flutter in the breeze, a dance on azure. Skyline rises, a symphony of progress …
Through the muck and the mudand the fields of snow below,We march and we marchto the green fields fro,‘Crost sleet and rainto a bittersweet end,O’er tha days and agesyou were ever my trusty friend.
I journeyed to another city,Under clouds that told of rain,I walked into the electric train. With the ambient hum,As the train raced into the wide gray yonder,My mind began to wonder. I thought of all the flowers,The walks taken by the lush meadow,Both by newlyweds and the lonely widow. I thought of all the contrasts,The …
In healing’s gentle light,Scars fade, shadows take flight.Heart blooms, renewed refrain,Grace whispers through the pain.
Having gone through what you’ve gone throughand survived what you have survived,Having seen the people who were always with you;your joy who contrived,And having seen snakes with faces two; your fall who connived.To heal and stand, recovered from an austere bleed,To have lived to this age is a very splendid thing indeed.
Death is a gift of the most curious kindMortality a kindness, a kiss, and act of love,Forever a never-ending scene, a plague to the mind,Immortals live and livethrough everlasting bliss and despair,While Men have a means unfair,to leave the world behind.Under shadow of Death’s long armMen need be calm,and with clean, scornful beambehold a priceless …
