Wait for Me....

There are times I lose my way,

Down this road of hindered sight,

And you take my hand and say,

Everything will be alright.

I may be having a shitty day,

When nothing I want is going right,

But you take my hand and say,

Everything will be alright.

Some days I pray

To see your light,

And you take my hand and say,

Everything will be alright.

You may have gone away,

But I promise never to stray.

Though we may never be husband and wife,

Please wait for me in the afterlife.

Regret of a Father...

I know not of cheerful smiles

Nor of laughter bouncing off walls

Nor the patter of tiny feet on tiles

Or the melodious voice of my child's calls.

I always thought I raised him right.

I got him all the things he liked;

Read him stories and tucked him into bed at night;

We even laughed whenever we hiked.

He had a temper, quick to blow.

Control it, he never did know.

One day, he just had to show,

To everyone, what a tantrum he could throw.

I know not why he changed so;

He became paranoid and deluded.

Thinking that everyone wanted him to go,

I had lost my son to a world thus convoluted.

I always thought I was free from blame;

That this was the outcome of his own game.

Could it be that advice such as "with others, you shall not compare",

Was actually my hand of hypocrisy driving him there?

Sure, at times I would compare him to other boys

And chiding him was one of my joys,

But surely, he was old enough to understand,

What was right or wrong from his end?

In the end, I will know not of cheerful smiles

Nor of his laughter bouncing off walls

Nor the steps of his feet on tiles

or the sound of his voice as he calls...

"I love you, father".

Take My Hand...

Red hair waving in the summer breeze,

Her piercing gaze staring at the endless sea,

Ears being serenaded by wind playing through trees,

Her soft lips smile as she relishes the feeling of being free.

Pain, numbing and agonizing at the same time,

Tugs at her heart from memories long past,

As she recalls every verse and every rhyme,

He used to make her heart beat fast.

Her eyes show of sorrow,

Her heart longs for a better tomorrow,

When he can finally throw

Away all her hate so that she can grow.

She's waiting for someone to show

The meaning of and how to love

And wonders if God will know

Her insecurities from His heaven up above.

Maybe now you'll see,

Just how much you mean to me.

Fret not for I will walk with thee

And show you all that you were meant to be.

When you're feeling lonely, hear me say,

You're never alone, walk with me today.

I'll be by your side everyday and in every way,

Until your dying day, come what may.

Hidden...

If you find yourself alone,

Stealing glances at your phone,

Thinking of a knight to call,

Irresistible, charming and tall.

Let, then, the whole world know;

Let them snarl and growl.

Happily ignore them like so,

And relish their burning scowl.

Verily, you have hidden,

Every bit of sentimental emotion,

Not knowing you have smitten

Or that you have my full attention.

This poem, I give to you;

Grand as I can make it too,

In hopes that you will see,

Verily, how much you mean to me.

Even if nobody sees you,

Never will I forsake you, it's true;

Unwavering will my friendship be,

Please, let me help you fly free.

Only you shall know,

Now and forevermore,

You weren't meant to be a show

Or to be kept in a store.

Understand, now, that I haven't given up on you...

...

Listen close to this tale I'll tell,

Of a man who once was well,

Wherein whose heart, did the devil dwell,

And from grace he thus fell.

He toiled land to make end's meet,

Long were his days working on his feet,

His harvest never could be beat,

And that, in a country full of farm hands, was no small feat.

Then came men from lands of sin,

Offering pleasures of which he has never seen.

Thus went all his virtues into the bin,

As he turned his back on a life that could have been.

For years he was showered,

With riches untold.

At beggars he glowered,

To his family, he was distant and cold.

"Dada, are you free?"

Asked his son expectantly, wearing a crown.

"No, boy, I'm busy, can't you see?"
Said he, looking up from his tab wearing a frown.

"Can you help our daughter with her prom dress?"

Asked his caring wife gently.

"Don't you think I've enough stress?"

He barked angrily.

Then one day he was taken ill.

He told the doctor to prescribe any pill and

That he would gladly pay any bill,

For his agony to end.

"I'm sorry" came the reply,

This is an illness that no money can cure.

So make peace with the past and cry

For forsaking a life of love so pure.

So, my children, you see,

Don't be like me.

Treasure everyone and everything you love,

And know that I'll be watching you from above.

As for you, my dearest wife,

I'm sorry for all the strife

You've had to endure this life,

And if I could do it all again,

I'll bear all the pain,

You had to go through in vain.

Debts...

Time makes fools of us,

Rushing for time in search of wealth.

If only I had taken the time to write a verse,

Remembering you in good health.

There are many that I am grateful for,

There are more of whom I adore.

Then there are those who walked out the door,

But such are memories from days of yore.

She who has shone so bright,

Illuminating mine endless night,

With love and care so warm, so kind.

I, in turn, was callous and blind.

I hope it's not too late.

Even though, my love, you are now dead,

I am thankful for all you've done and said;

For I understand now there's no escape from fate.

Hear now of a man I respect and fear,

He's my father and all that I hold dear.

He brought me up when my mother fled

And he forged me to be stronger than lead.

Listen then of my mother,

A lying bitch like no other.

She turned my heart to stone

When she fled while her debtors broke my every bone.

I thank God for the life I've lived,

Though there were many more miseries and sadness.

I am grateful for the life he breathed

And for letting me bask in His greatness.

For the company of people who accepts me,

For the teachers who have made me see,

For my enemies who have left me be,

I thank thee.

So you see, while debts like these cannot be paid

And words of anger cannot be unsaid.

Are you willing to help them accept their fate

Or will you leave them for dead.

For You...

Holding her hand in mine,
This radiant girl, my valentine.
Her skin as fair as snow,
Her love as beautiful as aurora's glow.

Her eyes, piercing and brown;
Her voice, the most addictive sound;
Her love, my crown;
And whose cooking shall keep me very round.

Her hair gets everywhere,
Tickles and chokes.
But her cute stare
Makes up for her hair being the butt of jokes.

I know of these and more,
It is for these that I adore,
The girl who has now become my life,
The woman who will soon be my wife.

Life...

What is life, has it been worth the fight?

All that seem to matter is who’s left and who is right.

People don’t seem to care if you die of fright;

They would rather you tremble at their might.

Tell, do tell, when you stare at screens of light,

Do you see the future or peer into some mystical, divine sight?

Will it kill you to look up and see your fellow man’s plight

Or are you content at their blight?

Centuries of war, struggle and strife,

Toiled now into land’s history;

Burned into pages and memories of life,

Yet, the lessons are all a mystery.

Welcome to the new world,

Where technology runs the lives of people,

Where avarice and megalomania thrives

And there’s no stopping to the ripple.

Welcome to the new age,

Where being tech savvy makes you a mage,

Where the ability to get a billion likes make you a sage,

Where insults drive people to jump off a ledge.

What is life, can you tell me;

What have we fought for so hard and so long?

To be void of all emotion and compassion to see

Just where along this empty road did we go wrong?

Beauty...

Lined faces, worn and battered;

Soulless eyes, empty and tired;

Lifeless bodies, destitute and hagged;

Waiting, slaving, to retire or be fired.

No time, more crime;

Rushing along, no swan song;

Vindictively maim while being a hypocritical mime,

Worshipping God while ringing Satan's gong.

Is it true that beauty can not be found;

You claim that evil and corruption is all around.

Do you not see God's magic on earth's sacred ground;

Do you not hear nature's magnificent siren songs and sound? 

To see beauty, you need not look far;

Look to the memories behind each and every scar;

Or even in the way you look when you admire a star;

They all tell me who you truly are.

Beautiful,

It's what you're meant to be.

Beauty,

It's in the way you look at me.

Family...

As I lie here awake tonight,

Pondering the meaning of life,

And gazing into a faraway forest,

I am reminded of when I first met my wife.

It was a breezy summer's day

And I didn't know just what to say

Because she took my breath away

On that beautiful day in May.

She wore her favourite dress with little flowers

And her hair was tied with little bows.

I can still recall staring at her for hours

And sometimes I can't help but wonder if she knows.

I can still recall our first conversation quite clearly,

It's something your granny would have described as full of irony.

You see, my grandchild, grandpa used to be an army man.

Yet, I was stuttering away in your grandma's company.

Then came the war

And we said our goodbyes.

I can still remember the tears falling from her eyes

And I realised then that this was what I was fighting for.

We wrote to each other whenever we could;

She had finished her studies and became a nurse

And I fought hard to keep her safe, like any man should,

Even if it meant fighting the entire universe.

We got married after the war,

Even though we didn't know what was in store,

We knew that we loved each other

And that was enough for us to not ask for more.

Then came the day your dad was born.

That was the happiest day of your granny's life.

Even though her body was bloodied and torn,

That was the happiest I've seen my wife.

She was strong and cheerful.

While she lived, there was nothing she couldn't do.

She wasn't afraid of calling it as it is

And if you asked her for a shoe, she'll give you two.

Even in death she never showed fear.

I remember her last words, oh so clear.

It was what I said to her on our anniversary, the first year.

"Even death won't stop me from loving you, dear".

You see, champ, your grandma was the meaning of my life.

A caring companion, loyal lover, an honest friend,

A confidant, brilliant cook and a mother to the very end,

And most importantly, she was my wife.

With that, grandpa turned over on his side,

Muttering a soft goodnight.

When morning came, he was pale with eyes opened wide.

Beside him was a note reading - "Grandma's waiting for me in the light".