Sunday, 11 September 2016

LAST LOVE

Last hug
Last kiss
Last supper
The skies have darkened
Mother Earth is trembling
Gunshots and rebels everywhere
Mother where are thou, Father you promised to lead me always
Sister and Brother fled
I am my own man
This war wont tame  me
Out of the rubbles Ill emerge
Unbent unbowed and Unbroken
With sword and its sheath
Ready to conquer the storm of this cruel world....

But I still miss the warmth of home

PRISONERS TALE

It was in God'd Vineyard
The fan rolled innocently on their long faces
They sat in scattered rows
Men of different race , age and frame
Looking lost with forlorn faces
I searched through their souls
All I saw were broken and dead dreams of a brighter and better future
They know not of tomorrow whose suspense we linger for
They know not of the sweet sound of home, fun and laughter
The jolly memories of yesteryears is now a mystery
Is it  the happiness they forget
Or the misery they choose to clinge to.
Were their destinies cursed
Could this be fate...
When they would be free from this strong walls of captivity
Only THE MOST HIGH KNOWS!

TALES BY TORCHLIGHT

We have slyed the moon and Gone to bed....
We used to walk the nights with the moon....
Time happened.......And we went to sleep without those tales of the ancient...