Where else does a path lead to
but to where your legs take you
for the journey you travel only ends
when you lose sight of where you come from
...
Don't you just want to live
For the sake of your nation as a whole
with its many languages and dialects
fusing to form a uniqueness, like a song, sonorous,
...
Although a doctor by profession, i feel my veins flows with poetry. A life without poetry is definitely one i can't imagine. Inspired by life, human struggles and the sense of ultimate abandon, i hope to know more poets who can be inspired by my poems and definitely meet much more poets who can modify my outlook of life and thus birth new forms and styles of poetry from my relentless mind)
Dancing In The Mist
Where else does a path lead to
but to where your legs take you
for the journey you travel only ends
when you lose sight of where you come from
Death does not really kill you
Until your quest to learn gives up its ghost
and at a crossroad you despair, stagnant
feeling hollow, like a vessel of damnation
No one will hear you cry for help
when you fail to scream
No one will lend you their time
when you choose to sleep
Neither a hand nor a pen
for the fear you won't utilize it
And to your light, they'll be blind
while you dance in the mist
without illumination
without resilience
without diligence
without conformation
to the laws that embezzles destinies
and the principles that mocks greatness
For, for a man to be at ease
He must be at peace
And you'll never find peace
When all you seek is justice