A PEN for TWO

  TALES OF YESTERDAY: MY JOURNEY BACK HOME I left kin and worries behind, Escaped the jungle, found my way to the rowdy city. Life moved swiftly like a sniper’s bullet. Raising offsprings with my labour, I hardly had time for recess or rest. I was the horse that never got tired. My once strong arms now shake as the restless leaf on the sea. Is old age finally here? I’d always thought I'd race forever, But beauty left my temple centuries ago. Lying on my death bed, With memories of days past now blurry; Numb, with strains of my youthful days Playing across my mind. Alone to welcome the dreadful demon Crawling up my chest, Taking me towards death. Where are the children I raised? His cold hands finally shut my eyes; Peace at last, but the rues linger on. I stand aside, awaiting who'd get me off the ground. The ingrates now weep as crocodiles; Elegies fill the whole atmosphere. Returning to the jungle triumphant; Yes, I conquered the rowdy city but its  Victory eluded me years ag...

  A LESSON FROM THE PAST It was a day like no other. A woman in her prime  Consumed by extreme pain and joy. Pain for she was in labour; Joy for her first child was making his way into the world, Breaking from the cocoon of her flesh, From the protection and feeding of her bosom. He was coming to experience the world. Just as the pain reached its climax, A cry was heard, And the pain was replaced by joy like no other; For a child had been brought forth by her. And yet a journey began for the child; He'd stepped into the world Where there was nothing but endless struggle for survival, Where he'd have to fight against man and nature to live, Where nothing came free but must be attained by merit and will. And so his journey began. Days turned into months, and months into years. The boy experienced life under the guidance of his parents. He lived under them for 8 years and was once again separated; Separated not by nature but by will. For the separation was to cause him to experie...

  Life can be harsh and terrible. It throws you in such situations That makes it hard to decide whether to stay or move, For either ways, you'd get hurt. It's all pain, it's all anguish, Loads of hurt, so much distress; You cannot stay at a point, And moving on is no better. Moving on though, seems a better option; For the destination is right ahead Waiting for you to reach it, But it takes a lot of courage. A lot of courage to be willing To bear the cuts, the bruises, the scratches, To bear the discomfort and the sufferings, Until it is all over, and the end comes. The end where you reach your destination; A place with no trials nor tribulations, Where no blade of life slices through you, Someplace with eternal peace and comfort. ©Daisy.

  E'en in your presence, I see you not;  You are a million sights away,  Yet I can feel your stare  Lean against my trembling skin.  As you yawned in the morn,  You transfigured from green to brown. You are made of colours so infinite, That no one can define your coat.  O chameleon! You lost your body, Again, at the bark of that tree. My eyes can't speak a lie— You must be a ghost or a god!  ©1916

  Will you sit still And let me tell you a story?  While I braid your hair I'll tell you of my life,  Of the lies I've been told And the many ones I'm living.  I'll tell you of my silent tears Shadowed with my makeup And the most perfect smile.  I'll tell you of my hideous scars Hidden underneath my fancy dresses.  I can also tell you of my favorite knife And how many times it has helped To release the tension in my blood.  I'll tell you of how I feed my depraved soul With the best of my tears,  With the many voices in my head,  And how they never seem to stop.  I'll tell you why I'd rather not talk And let the world misunderstand my intentions; Why I'd rather not scream out my pains And openly lament my agony.  If you stay for a little while longer,  I'll tell you of my fragile heart Surrounded by the most painful thorns.  I'll tell you how my heart breaks When I'm called a strong woman.  I'll tell you of how much m...