Wordless

Wordsworth had a writer’s block-it drove him mad

He lost words worth millions-words were all he had.

I never could use words like he could-not even close

Can never express myself beautifully-even in prose

Because the rage in my heart fills me,chokes me up

Much like South Africa at every cricket World Cup.

I’m a coward at heart,a whiner,a wannabe,a rat

I ain’t Richard the lionheart –believe me I know that.

I use anger as a shield,a disguise to cover my fears

Shout at me,you never know-I might well be in tears

I wish I had courage-courage to face my demons.

I wish I had words-A nice vocab and some puns.

I also wish I was a rich playboy-superhero of  the nights

Fighting crime,scaling rooftops-dressed in revolting tights

In the end i wish I could write something to make you cry

But hopelessly wordless as I am-am just gonna say goodbye.

P.S:Pray for Japan people.Pray that God gives them the strength to overcome these adversities and emerge stronger than before.

The Dying Star

I am too tired to banter with you -I am too tired to fight

I am tired of judging you-Judging what’s wrong and right

The night is young,but I am old-a hundred and a score years old

We have been raising the stakes all night-now’s the time I fold.

You can keep my pride and fire

You can keep my fight and desire

I fell so hard and fell so far-I can’t get back up again

My best friend is the dying star-I can’t stand it’s pain.

I wish I could ride into the sunset-into the wild wild west

But this war ain’t over by any means-ain’t no time for rest.