The Truth (A Poem)

## Who possesses An aura of underestimation, And yet bears no shadow of fabrication, even exaggeration, Who will always be a perennial virgin, From infant to spinster, In the absence of intercourse, With myth or fiction. Who is forever unclothed Not necessarily transparent, A woman that can hold no lover, Or bear no child, Who…

Truth In The Time of Cholera

 ## It is a nagging feeling to be lied to, By everyone I know, or have known, Bluffed by serial words, of a pastime, That makes white lies, burning wounds. I still howl, like a stray dog, being called So many names, so often, as I open up, for just some Feed, from kind souls,…

Ubantu

When the flame of goodness Is cheered on by a million bonds Of diatomic oxygen Of hearts and souls in perfection harmony Imbued with the burning desire To blaze vestal fires For the bloom of spring. “A person with ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others…

Gap Between Two Points

Between the lie and the truth Between the smile and the tear Between the pillow and the alarm clock Between the tranquility and the tsunami Between the music and the noise Between the heartbeat and the gongbeat Between the flow and the ebb Between nostalgia and algesia Between darkness and light Lies one confession