I carry my world on my shoulders

It is only sunrise when she opens her eyes,
The moment she does, I stare into paradise.
I know that it’s day when she begins to play,
Even the clock wishes each moment would stay.

One day she’ll grow and this moment will be over,
Where I put my worries down and carry my world on my shoulders.

No earthly sound is preferred over the music of her laughter,
It could play on loop all day and it wouldn’t even matter.
I have no fear of gloomy days, I have no fear of the dark,
She is my ray of sunshine, she is my divine spark.

One day she’ll grow and the days will become colder,
For now I bask in this sunshine as I carry my world on my shoulders.

The only rivers that matter are the ones that flow down her face.
Each drop a calling for her father’s embrace.
I know the day is over when she chooses to close her eyes,
Her tiny little breath sings to me like a lullaby.

One day she’ll grow and that day comes closer,
Until then I rock her to sleep and carry my world on my shoulders.

One day I looked up and saw a blue moon

One day I looked up and saw a blue moon,
The time had come and not a minute too soon.
I picked up some flowers and her favorite chocolate,
I scampered along; today I just couldn’t wait.


Walking passed her window, I caught her eye,
They were swollen with tears, poorly hiding behind a smile.
Her father looked at me and signaled that I should to go,
He was giving her away; she would be mine no more.


What could I say, I had nothing much to show,
I resigned to my fate and watched her slowly go.
When is love enough and honesty adequate,
When is money enough and greed replete?


Her warm embrace will belong to someone else,
Everything I was sure of – now makes no sense.
I looked up again and there was no moon,
The time had gone, a minute too soon.

God listens in the time between two prayers

A change of filter, a routine Facebook post,
Reduced to a Twitter trend; a background ghost.
In time of peace you tear me to pieces,
I’m just a drunken debate but my hangover never ceases.
To every front page and teary news reader,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


We bow down as many but rise up only as few,
My ways startle, my language frightens you.
Our story cannot be told in just a tweet,
There are lyrics hidden in the lines on my feet.
To every like, comment and share,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


I recite every verse, I know them by heart,
I yell it every night when another one departs.
I bet we’ve met through a WhatsApp forward,
I stare through the screen as you call me a coward.
To my lost youth – you passed by every year,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


Take your anger and throw it at me,
I’ll soothe it with the sand and set it free.
When you Snapchat next, think of my words,
It too disappears in a day like a flutter of the birds.
To every brother and sister, pray and bear,
For God listens in the time between two prayers.

I’ll meet you again at the gardens of paradise

I’ll meet you again at the gardens of paradise,
We’ll continue this story and again roll the dice.
Till then let me mourn and wait for the day,
When I can hold you again and like that we can stay.


These worldly matters entertain me no more,
The jester’s moves seem no more than a chore.
You left me hollow and with nothing left to do,
But stare at this monument I built just for you.


For no one I dress and for no one I sing,
For no one I wake and for no one I dream.
I am the emperor and I have a country to rule,
I would trade it all in a second for just glimpse of you.

As every day passes, I am one day closer to you,
I will dress in my finest on the day that I am due.
I’ll meet you again at the gardens of paradise,
Warm in your embrace, immortal as the sunrise.

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