I don’t but they do – Poetry

I don’t write life with a pen.I do it with a strangeness drippingfrom the eyes of people I know.Some call it tears. I don’t coverup love with blankets.I cover it with a smile tornfrom a past moment in time.Some call it Youth. I don’t feel the pain with my hands.I feel it with a fearI know I cannot live without.Some call it failure. I don’t … Continue reading I don’t but they do – Poetry

What should I be retaining this Week

There is so much we consume and create in a week. I am not talk about food but Articles, Videos, Podcasts, Conversations and more. What do we retain? Or what is it that is worth retaining. What thoughts do they create in us? I have decided to share with you Every Sunday what I think I should retain and what thoughts that came in mind … Continue reading What should I be retaining this Week

Do you think that children should be rewarded for trying, not just succeeding?

Before we get to children, let us take a moment to find what is the difference between trying and succeeding. Here is my thought. Trying is a journey. It is not an end or destination. yes it ends when we quit or fail or succeed, until then it is a journey. Succeeding is a destination and end to what we have been trying. But it … Continue reading Do you think that children should be rewarded for trying, not just succeeding?

Tears demand respect NPM2023 30/30 – Poetry

And we come to the end of another National Poetry Month. Here is the 30th poem. I let him cryhe has to know about tearsAnd…. not all tears are equalif you look carefully you will see The tears in the eyes of someonewhen they are helpless The tears when someone isin utmost physical pain The tears that just come outfor no reason known to us … Continue reading Tears demand respect NPM2023 30/30 – Poetry

Who is alive; me or them? | Poetry

I told them I was tiredthat I have not slept for daysor may be weeks or monthsI don’t know..I have lost count.. Can we live that longwithout sleeping…without going insane..is that even possible They don’t seem to bother.They did not even look at me.they did not seem to even hear me..I am already dead to them. Just do it…faster… keep doing..they kept repeating it..like a … Continue reading Who is alive; me or them? | Poetry

We Waited | Poetry

The hands trembledas the fingers gripped on the knobthis is not the first timeshe has opened the door every single time before she hasit ended badlyit left a trail she remembered it like yesterdaythough it must have been so longshe knows it all Yet she had her fingersgripped on the knoband any moment nowshe will open it… I waited…she also waited..what was on the other … Continue reading We Waited | Poetry