Month: May 2018

THE PILGRIM (PART TWO)

So I set out amidst the gale And staggered as thus I drank ale, And the rains came down with strong hail Thus my countenance became pale. I had nearly lost my Guidebook For the sun hid; her rays it took; Therefore I strained my eyes to look As I searched for it every nook, Along the path, I saw…

Peace

Amongst the stress of this world, there I find you, beneath the rustles of my worries, there I will lie in you nothing more can be compared to your peace, within it all, beneath all the grease, the clumps and static this world brings, forgetting where true peace lies, anxiety-filled to the brink slowly stepping away and realising where peace…

THE PILGRIM (PART ONE)…

I’ve heard the tale of Yonder Land Where air is hale and gold, the sand; ‘Tis said the way to Yonder Land, Be full of dread that minds go bland, For even the brave have lost heart And their courage, torn apart; But ’tis also said of a part Of men who though, they having warts, Reached the Land and…

Don’t settle

There is beauty in the things that we have, especially when we choose not to settle. Settling for something lower than our worth. It happens in most areas of our lives but what is important is how we approach it. For example, we can see that there are few toxic people in our lives, cutting them off should be comfortable but…

Marvellious

Thanks to a wonderful subscriber, I wanted to explore the word marvellious and talk about Food. my third love. About a week ago, I see you dancing away… if you know you know… anyway. About a week ago, I wanted to try this place called Dirty Bones. It is in the heart of London, close to Piccadilly Circus, known for its fusion of…

GROWING UP

Growing up was fun When all we did was rhyme Play, play, and sing songs Not minding time pass by While we watched our planes Fly high high up the sky Or our kites being flown Kissing the sun in sight The ground our canvas Where beauty was expressed Our pretty drawings Imprinted from great minds With nature’s stencil And…

COMPLAIN

COMPLAIN Seems like the easiest route for me, When I am on a guilt trip Or at crossroads Or when I’m simply lost; Many times, I vent out Letting the fumes out of my heart, I hope the heat hasn’t burnt anyone For such times, it seems the lips are like a furnace; But I am human Is that a…