TAMING OF THE SHREW

When it rains, it pours
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life

Because this is what I will share with her on cloud nine

CONFUSED?

Confusion...

A world where up is down and down is up,topsy turvy

Where nothing works as expected.

A place where the pleasant dreams

could become the worst nightmares.

A street where teenagers frequent

A "baze" for the guys who had a little too much

to drink last night

You don't quite get the flow of things

This is what the hawker and matatu infested

streets have been reduced to.

The aftermath of a 7th August explosion

A chick who has been dumped, or worse yet,

a chick who is paged

Ahh...yes.A state of mind that can be overcome,

with the simple swing of a time piece

The shrink tells you it's all in your head!

What right does he have?

Maybe he is the one who's confused,

Trying to find answers to questions nobody asked.

Confusion...

Maybe I am confused writing this

UNTITLED

Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them.
But there was my sweet,beautiful season
The best of them all
A combination of all seasons
Like spring,it caused a lot of things to blossom
Much like winter which brought shivers down my spine
and gave me cold feet
At a point my season was as beautiful as summer
It caused a lot of sunshine in my life
Ahhh,then came autumn that caused everything to fall
This was indication of the cyclones,
The beginning of the end.
Which brings me back to the beginning,
Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them

THE THINKER

He breaks into a thin sweat on his temple
as he walks past you in the street,
His head always to the ground.
You met him at places you never even imagined
Then again it feels like you meet him everywhere
You rack your brain trying to figure out
who he is and where he is from.
You look at the mirror and then
it hits you,everytime he walks past
you,it feels as though you share a soul,
as though you are one.
Things are becoming clearer now,
You don't always meet him but instead you carry
him along
A thinker...