Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Once again, Winter is here

Once again, winter is here

And I'm off to pick up twigs and leaves

To build my den,

To prepare for the harsh realities

To fend off predators

To feed myself, to keep warm from the cold outside

Only this time, I hope spring will come sooner

Only this time, I know that spring will bring hope

Only this time, I know I will come out strong

To face no harsh winters... anymore.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

In My Country I Was a Doctor

In my country I was a doctor, here a toilet cleaner.
Every morning I used to wake, a sip of coffee and off to make,
a person's life I couldn't forsake, a smile, a gentle tap, comforting,
trust me I will make you alright.
Now in the morning, I make my way through tunnels and terminals,
a security check, mop and a broom
I am about to smell the stench of travelers' comfortance.
And I look out of my work room, an influx of people like me I see,
3 bags, a pram, 2 children and me
Making our way through the green light,
No sir I have nothing to declare but few sighs of relief if I may.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

The Word

oh it hurts

and it hurts even more

to know that you got the knowledge

but no capacity to use it

that the brink of your knowledge is spilling over

but the capacity is empty

empty as it may seem

the word that keeps turning few hundred heads with me

the word that keep me awake in the night

the word that haunts me in the brightest day light

the word that seems to spin the world around

the word that has no might in its sound

now down to the dust

it is hard to bear

that my capacity is full

and my knowledge to find it bare

no money in my pocket

the rent due to be paid

if im evicted i could add another word to say






laid bare

once more to find my way...

Sunday, 5 April 2009


Leaving behind my home
Leaving behind my identity
Carrying with me bag of hopes and dreams...

Struggle is only the start
Starting again in no man's land
Where friends are family
And family only voices from a distant
Reminding me time and again
To take good care of the bags I carry with me.

Monday, 16 February 2009


Freedom is a lifeline we take for granted
And I could write books on what it means
But freedom to be well
With a roof over my head
And good food to eat
And books to read
Freedom to think...
Freedom to be whom I want to be...

Saturday, 3 January 2009

I Got Nothing

i got nothing

and that feeling of emptiness has raided my senses

it has closed into my pores

it has lingered it bitter scent into my arm pits

and i sit there crying

arms cross with my head resting down

i got nothing

i never had anything

but now that you are gone

i got nothing

i got not even me

leaning against a pile of carnage

my slippers reek with dust and blood spills

and my mattress separated from my bed

arms and legs scattered like confetti 

i feel nothing

i got nothing

feeling ashamed to be alive

why leave me alive to remember, and feel and feel

this heavy burden upon my heart

i am nothing

and indeed, thats why i sit here

because if i was something, i would not be here

i never had anything

and now i got