Archive for December 15, 2018

a sunday wish for you

a sunday wish for you …

may your day be as gentle

as your soft smile, warm as your heart,

may your afternoon be caressed by kisses of sunshine,

may evening wrap you in a cocooned eiderdown,

may your night be peacefully restful,

warm and dreamy,

simple, and true,

as you.

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scribble sans punctuation

just as morning sashays and twirls

dust clouds of trepidation swirls

another day infused with light

hushing the whispers of covetous night

where hopes are paraded like wares

and dreams traded as blue chiselled shares

when all of this and all that jazz

raises the din to an unbearable razmatazz

humaneness getting lost amidst the incessant din

wearing each others patience thin

till night swoons back into view

thankful that todays tears were but a few

and so it goes on and on and ever on

far too many battles fought for the war to ever be won

till it all comes down to this hollow grand charade

trumpeting the crudeness of the passing parade

till leaden hearts fall faitigued to the ground

rotting as the vultures circle around

waiting for the flesh to rapidly decay

chewing and spitting out souls decapitated along the way

is this the living of life blabbered about in verse and in song

when each being survives the tribulations of the wrong

even as we sputter on in the gutters

gulping every breath in doleful stutters

lambasting him and her and them all as convenient nutters

panting as down go the fragile shutters

wistfully trampling on hearts of glass that shatter

but who cares in any case what really is the matter

expecting no peace as howling winds screech and batter

each fragile heart grinning insolently

like the maddest hatter

yes this is life they say

this is life

devoid of mirth yet mired in aching strife

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blah blah blah …

what is this life i live, once simmering with promise, now relegated to pigeonholes of so many lives led. 

what becomes of this multitude of lives, where gentle peace and brutal strife smash against the ramparts of my soul.

the erosion of hope, year by year, the fear of the corrosion of love, of giving it all, only to be discarded in the rubbish bins of glitzy shopping malls, where emotions are traded, where trust is a commodity, where truth has long past its sell-by date, where love is bartered for the flim-flam of possessions, where feelings are numbed, printed dead on a budget t-shirt, where lost souls wander the emptiness, and broken hearts litter the polished marble floors.

is this the life you thought you would lead, filled with promise and love and 2 and a half kids and apple pie and picket fences, is this the vault you now feel ensnared in, for the dream once dreamed sours fast, quicker than the vows taken that were meant to last.

where do i retreat to, to regain some of my youthful promise, to see the moonlight dancing on your eyebrows, when love was simple, when we were free of the straightjacket of suits, when clasped hands and butterfly kisses meant more than all the world, when through the pain we held onto each other, as the days and months unfurled.

don’t you feel trapped at times, pouring your heart out on insipid rhymes, walking alone in this crowd, feeling it all to be a vacuum of the banal, day in and day out, shrieking your lungs out, muted, as from cubicle to cubicle you wander about.

these words may make some sense to me, for i have long forgotten to see, the wonder of a spring rain shower, when i now i trample, obliviously, the delicate blossoming flower.

what has become of me, of us, as we stutter in the haze of apathy, brokering our humanity for a pittance, cloaking ourselves in what we deem as armour, meant to protect who knows what from what knows what, gradually chipping away at our very core, where once thrived dreams of something better, something more, more than this dreary parade, far much more than this charade, where we have forgotten who we really are,

when everything seems a cacophony of meaningless blah blah blah

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seeds …

swept up

by the dust

scattered remnants

of lives once whole




in cold dead dry ground.


swept up

by the dust

seeking a glimmer

of hope

of the promise


a better tomorrow.


swept up

by the dust

sinking roots

hoping to belong







for days







where one

need not


ever smiling

and to be

always strong …

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talkin’ walkin’ with a friend unblues …

we shall walk this earth, along the rolling African plains, we shall dance with glee, in the cool gentle rains,

we shall wade through the wetlands, we shall sing in the streams, we shall live life as it should be lived, as we have lived it in our shared dreams,

we shall travel to far flung places filled with flavours spicy, and to ancient cities filled with wonder, we shall wear out our walking shoes, as through the miles we continue to wander,

we shall walk side by side, our journey taking us to places and to people unknown, we shall break bread with all, singing songs of different cultures, woefully out of rhythm and tone,

we shall walk hand in hand, two friends roaming so many a diverse land, feeling the powdery talcum sand under our feet, on so many a distant island,

we shall talk as we walk, of hopes and of fears, of broken souls whole again, of eyes no longer moist with tears,

we shall soak in the warmth of human contact, of languages seas apart, we shall learn to speak many tongues, bidding adieu to friends made along the way, for the memories within us will always stay,

so let us walk along these paths ahead, leaving it all behind, our tortured past to finally be shed, making the soft grasses our nightly bed,

sharing with all peoples of all races, all religions, all man-made divisions,

that the colour of the blood that pumps through all our veins,

is red … 

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afternoon melodies,

rustle leaves,

swaying to the lilting song,

of a solitary bird


a hopeful refrain,

in the icy sleet,

under the blazing sun,

lashed by

summer rain …


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December 16th: South African Day of Reconciliation


The shackles have been cast off.

Chains broken.

People once squashed,

under the jackboot of Apartheid,

are free.

Free at last!

Freedom came on the 27th day in that April, 1994.

Freedom from prejudice.

From institutionalised racism.

From being relegated to second-class citizens.

Freedom came and we danced.

We cried.

We ululated as we elected our revered Mandela.

President Nelson Mandela.

Our very own beloved ‘Madiba’.

Black and white and brown and those in-between,

All hues of this rainbow nation,

rejoiced as we breathed in the air of freedom and democracy.

Today we pause.

We remember.

We salute.

The brave ones whose sacrifices made this day possible,

on that 27th day of April,

23 years ago.

Today we dance.

We sing.

We ululate.

We cry.

Tears of joy and tears of loss.

Of remembrance and of forgiveness.

Of reconciliation and of memories.

Today we pause.

We acknowledge the tasks ahead.

The hungry.

The naked.

The destitute.

Today we reaffirm,

that promise of freedom.

From want.

From racism that thrives still.

From hunger.

From eyes without promise.

Today we also wish to reflect on unfulfilled promises.

On the proliferation of greed.

On the blurring of the ideals of freedom.

Today we say
We will take back the dream.

We will renew the promise.

We will not turn away.

Today we pledge:

To stand firm.

To keep the pressure turned on.

To remind those in the corridors of power,

that we the people need to savor the fruits of the tree of freedom.

And till that time,

when all shall share in the bounty of democracy,

We shall remain vigilant,

and strong.

And we shall continue,

to struggle.

And to sing out loud:

We shall overcome!





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bidding another year adieu … …

and when i see,

breathe her, her softness a whisper away,

she knows the ache, i fear,

of wanting,

needing perhaps,

the feeling of feeling dear,

not much, 

soothing warmth,


our warmth, a light autumn shawl,

her fingers, mine,

tracing sketches, scribbles,

our waltzing fingers entwined,

shedding this year that wasn’t, or hardly was at all,

like so, so many yesteryears,

now long passed,

quietly, threading catacombs crumbling into dust,

gently, reverently, 

laying it down, leaving it all far, far behind,

a few shared moments,

of gentleness, warmth, solace,

of pure, innocent, delicious, alluring promise of bliss,

so rare, 

            priceless, almost,



            too rare to find … …

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letting go …


at wounds



unleashing pain

twisting knives

turning effortlessly

amid the cacophonous romp

of highfives …

letting go


scraped souls



dishevelled dignity






to dispel quaint smiles

perfected over a million wounded miles

shattering consciensces

along the way



rose-tinted phantasy

day to groteque day

clogging vision

hazing eyes






leaving eyes




unfeeling …

while broken stems

mend gently



along strings






numbed senses

sublime flavours

on clouds of





myriad dreams


dreadlocked hopes



knowing the paths ahead

to be

far from kind


setting forth



ever moving

forward onward

hearts ablaze


letting go

of it all

leaving it all

far far behind…

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