Wednesday 8 February 2017

The Unforgiving Night



Essaouira, Morocco, October 2016




Because I cannot sleep
I write 
Amidst sighs of anticipating the agony of tomorrow. 

Because I refuse to weep 
I write. 
Squinting at the city lights I crave to borrow. 

Because I have no reputation of an omnipotent god 
I write. 
No miracles or granting wishes power in my kitty 

Nor have I been known to be a tyrant 
Thus I write 
Even when revenge would have been befitting 

Because every decision comes at a cost 
I write
While the hush of the wake weighs down heavy 

Harrowed by the vestiges of the love that's now lost 
I write 
Disarmed and Unsteady. 


The Limitations of Wonderful



And so they might have the perfectly wonderful life, 
and they could spend their nights with different wonderful people, sharing their fears and wonderful fantasies.
Maybe there’d even come a day when they would forget about each other all together,
and they become nothing more than a faded memory that brings a smile to thier moist lips.


But wonderful doesn’t always mean worthwhile.

Thursday 5 January 2017

Choosing Our Battles





I was not asking you to back away from a fight, 
I was asking you to pick one that is more important.

The Spinner of Yarns







His professed love is a veiled threat, 

that strangles till she's blind. 

Every truth that he hides to save his pride, 

is embedded in her mind. 

His crystal eyes, express fluid lies 

he is intoxicated by the past 

Not the first time he has crossed the line 

and maybe not the last.

Sunday 4 December 2016

These Bloody Days have Broken my Heart - Sir Thomas Wyatt




Timeline: 15th Century, England during the reign of the Tudor's

Born Thomas Wyatt, a commoner and died a poet, a diplomat and above all, an ardent lover to Anne Boleyn.

Inspite of her betrayal to him for material vices and a run for the stature of a mistress and the queen to his Majesty (the king- Henry the 8th), the rumoured endless love of Sir Thomas Wyatt, for Anne remains a legend.
For although their relationship was anything but perfect, not to mention mired with deceit and lies, he remained devoted to her while she lived and even after she died, until his demise. 
Throughout the Tudor dynasty, love was for sale, and Anne knew that and wanted nothing less but the ultimate price. Hence some called her Lady, others named her a whore yet the whole kingdom, for the 3 years she ruled before being disowned,divorced and executed publicly for adultery, knew her as the Queen Regent of England.


The famous Thomas Wyatt's poem after he sees the beheading of his friends and of Anne Boleyn from his prison cell, on the scaffold on the Bell Tower's bottom, as it is said. 

These bloody days have broken my heart. 
My lust, my youth did them depart, 
And blind desire of estate. 
For your wit alone 
Many men would bemoan 
And since it is so, 
many still cry out aloud 
It is a great loss that you are dead and gone 
The time you had above your poor degree 
the fall whereof your friends may well bemoan 
A rotten twig upon so high a tree 
has slipped your hold and.. you are dead and gone 


These bloody days have broken my heart. 
My lust, my youth did them depart, 
And blind desire of ambitious souls 
who hastes to climb seeks to revert 
and about the throne, the thunder rolls 





'I never found out how she could lie with a smile on her face and the scratches she'd hide'