I am Back!

Its been a long while. Almost 2 years.
I moved away from this wall on 14 January 2011 to pursue an academic goal.
After the holidays I will be submitting the final dissertation.
After that I hope to tap into the accrued angst to share a few thoughts.
Until my next post welcome to these shores again.
Wishing you all a Blessed and Merry Christmas.

Moving On

Seasons
Decked in their finest robes
Calling

Melodies
From within my boundless sanctuary
Bubbling

Faith
The chequered currency of glory
Beckoning

Footsteps of the purple twilight
Whirlwind of contentment
The summon of courage

Close at hand
The time
To move on
To press on

Blessed are those
Led by the guiding whispers of accompanying audience
Trust fate in the embracing arms of hope
Carried on wings of favour
To the womb of resurrection

Quote Of The Day

I share my life with six honest and selfless companions.
They help me in all I do. Their names are:
What
Why
When
How
Where and
Who
....................................................Adapted from Rudyard Kipling

The Shredder In My Mind

Your mawkish choice to make your heart a museum
Of our past encounters is the least of my bothers
I will however not fail to let you know
That I have already shredded that past from my mind

D.R.U.N.K.A.R.D.S

Captured phantoms
Fading souls
Hollowed pieces
Trapped in endless empty plains
Eclipses of despair dancing to drowsy beats of concocted reproach
Echoes of self-loathe drifting out of surrendered worth
Chasing dangerous excitements
Lives ebbing away
Gulp by gulp

Thoughts About A Father

Walking through fallowed fields of my soul

Happy memories of a father

The price of precious pursuits

The charm of unfeigned sobriety

The endearing portrait of virility

The assurance of strident care

The fervency of fortitude

A surreal thesis of fatherhood

Engrafted upon my heart

Examination

In a psychopathically-patterned gray vacuum
Entirely drained of sanctity and desire
A frozen horizon symbolic of doom
A Concentration camp for wannabees
Congregants
Willing prisoners
Seated
Dead-like
Silence
Pregnant minds
Birth pangs
Pens and papers
Neuronal marathons
Rhythmic inscriptions
Three hours
One by one
They leave
Cheerless
An MBA examination