I vow to read
voraciously
to empower myself
with knowledge
and information.
I vow to speak
truthfully
in written words,
and as fearlessly as possible.
I vow to scribble
zealously
with honesty,
sincerity,
clarity,
vigor and style;
and, as succinctly as I can.
I vow to strive
ardently
for excellence;
making every page,
every line,
every word,
and every punctuation matters.
Above all,
I vow never to plagiarise
and steal my fellows’ words
not only because it is ill,
but it is a disgrace to my profession;
a blasphemy to this vocation;
and the worst,
despicable deceit against my readers.
For although
I can’t see them,
I know in my heart
those kind souls exist;
somewhere out there,
they are reading my lines,
and smiling each time I soulfully write.
I am a writer,
and this is my creed:
I vow
to cherish this writing
I call blessing,
today,
tomorrow,
forever
and beyond.
In the vast savanna of Africa,
I came to life.
But unlike my cousins,
who lived million years
before me,
I did not inhabit the trees.
I hunted and joined gatherers, so I may live. I roamed and thrived in Africa, and colonized all corners of the world through persistence hunting and the agility of my bipedal feet.
I survived wilderness through the culture more powerful than the blood running in my stream.
A victim of melting ice and rising sea levels, I had to walk and walk as a nomad, until I found the rich soils to plant the foods I needed for heat.
Though constantly bullied by climate change, I knew: No matter what, I should be the guardian of nature, or a loyal friend at least, but never as an enemy.
Tricked by the worldly side of me, I was once a slave of my whims and needs.
A prisoner of material possessions and temporal needs, I hurt Mother Earth and compromised my life and all lives just to live.
Guilty as charged,
and stricken by greed,
I am responsible
for the evil profusion of CO2,
Misuse and abuse of chemicals
and GMO too.
Indeed,
I am what I am.
But I can overcome my flaws;
and, still be the best
that I can be. . .
For amid it all,
I still can mend
the wounds
I cause this world,
for I am endowed
by knowledge and wisdom,
and this power
right at my finger tips.
To heal myself,
this world
and the universe
from all iniquities,
is now
my utmost priority.
I am
Homo sapien
to scientists;
a man
to many;
And,
I am Earth’s
greatest legacy,
and I will always be.
The hardest tears
are hidden
by poker smiles;
just as
the loudest cry
is concealed
by a smirk.
The toughest goodbyes
are when feet
head
to the doorway,
though the heart
wishes to stay.
For there are moments,
silence
speaks louder than words;
For there are moments,
words
are not enough
for the pain
sustained.
And the harder silence rises,
the deeper it cuts.
The deeper it cuts,
the harder it bleeds.
The harder it bleeds,
the deeper it burns.
The deeper it burns
the harder tears flow. . .
An enormity
often
beyond one’s control,
tears flowing
like those of a river.
And the pain,
raging like currents;
creating havoc
to one’s heart
and soul.
It’s two-o’clock,
but it seems
like six or seven.
The grayish clouds
are thickening,
and it’s starting
to drizzle.
While an old melody
starts playing,
a very familiar longing
begins unfolding.
And
as the “long,
dark”
and very “lonely night”
is slow approaching,
memories
are fast rewinding.
While silent tears
begin
to fall,
this very lonely heart,
is inevitably missing;
uncontrollably hoping;
and, so undeniably
yearning
anew.
The very essence
of a woman,
is to carry life
in her womb,
And to be
In the arms
of a man
who would
love and cherish her
as his priceless
treasure–
A man
who is
confident enough
to bring out
the best woman
in her–
A man
who is
confident enough
to embrace her
not just as a lover,
but as his soul-mate
and lifetime partner–
A man
who is
confident enough
to hold her hand
look into her eyes
and say,
“You complete me.”
Let me be
the sunshine of your rainy days;
the moonlight of your starless nights;
the beacon of your hope;
the comfort for all your ruins;
the solace for all your struggles;
the trophy for your unwavering faith–
For these,
are what you are to me.
Let me be
your home,
as you are my sanctuary;
Let me be
your always,
as you are my forever
and beyond.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
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