Smile

Clothed in a blanket of warmth, it blossoms
Wrapped in the cocoon of care, it glows
Boundaries blur with just a glimpse
Worries leave in a flurry... by any means
To be gifted with this token
Is to bathe in the light..unspoken

Comfort is what it brings
Thoughts are still, hate carry no stings
Words are slave to its power
Turns the frown upside... it's no wonder
To be gifted with this token
Is to know peace amidst a storm... Softspoken

Ba..Baa..Black Sheep, Have you any heart!

What we take in strides in the name of kindred.

What we suffer for the sake of the glass house.

How we bleed on the inside to live in fool's paradise.

-Aizojie Nancy

Artifice and Pawns

Thud...Thud
Sound of soles against concrete echoes
Eerie cloak slung over  gaunt body
Mugshot eyes seeking his victims out
Wanting a lung-full of breath

"For he knows, they will come in droves"

He waits calmly
By the corner, he tosses the bait
Wealth,riches and fame
One by one they came
Only to see their life pass fleetingly

"For on their hearts, he threw the darts"

On their dying lips, they cry
Pray tell,why me
Never a telling sign, the weak succumb
Into the dark deary bottom
Never to rise, never to live to tell

"As though they never knew, life is but a spell"

Thud..Thu..Th...sounds fades,
Slinking into the shadow
To rise and set out on the morrow
As he knows..life is but a spell
Waiting on them whose soul will sell

Fifty Shades of Beauty

"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art"
 Rudolph Waldo Emerson

Some would be loath to agree with the above saying, so I'd allow them sit on their side of the fence. but if you are on my side...hold on! I've got no side. hehehe
What is beauty?, how should it be described, to what unit can it be quantified?. Raising such question is akin to emptying an ocean, what with the many school of thoughts, religious views and alas! our own opinion.  There are two sides to a coin, so it would suffice to say at this juncture that there are varying shades of /to beauty. But you know me, ever ready to deal. So here is my version.

Mr. President

Mr. President

The seat is for one who can wield power
Not for him whose spine is hunched
For one who wouldn't tarry
Whose voice, the wind shall carry

Mr. President

The totem is for one who wouldn't be cowed
Who needn't hesitate
Who need not negotiate
With either warlords or hoodlums

Mr. President

The title is for one deserving
Who had shoes and clothes
Befitting of royalty,draped in gold
Whose deeds, many shall be told

Tortured

Fiery anger let loose
Tears of bitter anguish seeps through

Torches lit yet darkness is at ease
Wading through and feeding off our misery

When shall it be gone
For our hearts can't bleed no more