A Cruel world

Where does it all end?

The widows cry, who hears her call?

The Orphan, who helps when he falls?

In this world, one may be small

But think about it, aint we all?

No comfort in the smiles of fellow human

help coming from places unassuming

Meanings lost, in moments overused

Friendship and love all abused

The story of trails and travails of more than a few

Tales gone stale, being told still getting no view

What does the lonely heart do?

Tears tear down our faces

coz we hoped on help from familiar places.

life suddenly feels like a thin rope

Holding on, not even with hope

Cold realization and fear is my cloak

Lost my faith, despair to find my soul

cost of broken trust as emotions elope my hold

Words to comfort, feels void of resort

Emotional indigestion

Roaring in my stomach like acid burning within

devouring my peace, stealing my thoughts of things real

discomfort or pain, seems both i feel

In my heart is where the true story reveals

Sometimes my eyes reveal my ordeals

My secrets of pain, Pride attempts to conceal

My smile contradicts what i feel

Suddenly the world seems to talk about me

Songs, stories tell of emotional places I've been

Butterflies rioting in my whole being

My belly seems floaty and thin

I hurt when i think, sick when i eat

These butterflies want no peace

Eats me up piece by piece

Look at me, know my world misses a piece

In my speech its my voice that tells my story

It jitters, vibrations of fear and worry

No passage for wind in my nostrils

The trail home seems far gone

Known roads no more seem similar

I am walking still hoping for one thing familiar

A stranger in my own world

Things i cherish all sold

This doesn't feel like home

My bliss is far gone

Its like skies without stars, dark

like day without light just, black

Its like a heart without love, just blank

No home for a baby in a cradle

Seem i am about to crumble

My heart grumbles, my stomach rumbles

At some point, i must have tripped and stumbled

This is why i cry

Streets of huge cities

so much life and activities

much to see

in summer, from all obligations i am free

watching sea creature in the middle of land

friends and lovers, walk hand in hand

It is beautiful, but who see's the stain on the glass

At night, the moon gives the light

gotta see the city lights

the homeless, part of the tourism

in the midst of all this spending

he sits by the corner, this is his fending

they see, but maybe pretending

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Thames Square

Took a walk at Thames square

It was a story of times and moments

A Street of hugs and kisses

This is exactly what the whole world misses

Perfect picture of the world in my thoughts and wishes

Some people holding hands while others learn the samba dance

Kids playing, at some corner a Muslim praying

Like me others just walking

Wife and husband talking

Cameras searching for moments

Flashes all over the scene just like kisses

Blown into the beauty of the city

The lights of the night another highlight

The rhythm of the boat on the river

The wind blows and sometime I catch a shiver

This is the beauty of the world

The handsome giver

To the joker that makes smiles

Or the fine little lady with the magic crystals

Tokens for amusement or bemusement

Just catch that moment

It’s a really busy street

All races of people in their fleets

Yet love is unperturbed

Couples catch moments of silence among the busyness

He can look at her and she is the only one here

In a strange place and yet she has no fear

A lot of strangeness yet, who cares?

This is a world in harmony

This is words of beautiful symphony

The is Thames square my new country

Foot on solid ground.

Our Daily bread ( Unlikely heroes)

I say my devotion, because i aim to stay devoted
its like a play book telling my story, predicting my agony and assuring my victory
there is a formula to this legacy.
It has happened before, and today we are slaves of complacency
I want to be a true child of God
I want my heart to meditate on things always good
where ever i go, let it show that i bear the inheritance of my father
I want to stand firm in my words and deeds,
Not like a crop being strangled by weeds.
Lord keep my hearts committed to your teachings
keep my eyes searching for your yearnings
Let me hear the things you say even if it may come from unlikely heroes.