I started writing poems in 2003. My first poem was 'August 24' written in memory of my brother who passed away on that day in 1999.
Writing, I have found, is a soothing balm against the unrelenting aches and pains that society subjects you to daily. It gives a voice where muteness is foisted on you.
They adorn these walls as ugly ornaments:
Invisible trails of vermin
Painted with the bile of bitterness
for all to see.
A patchwork of decorated combatant lords
Stitched together with diverse fragile cords
Into a tapestry of nations hung on frail words.
A decade of decadent silence
Voided by errant memories:
A prayer on wheels to muzzle fear,
The demon pounding at life’s chamber.
A precious Gift
Wrought by the tenderest of Hands:
Eyes that behold love in every face,
Too pure and ignorant of evil.