The Look:

What am I looking at? Or is it just a stare?
As if I’m caught by surprise, touched by a love flare
Maybe I’m carried away, left nothing to spare
Or is it I’m in aghast, a whirlwind of scare?

Or maybe I’m reading your thoughts beyond your emotion
Beyond the physical feel, behind your condition
Beyond the face value, beyond our conversation
Maybe I’m just lost, in an effort of translation
Maybe I’m driving down to a solid notion
To understand what you are saying
The look can be anything
That you read from my face
The squinting of my eyes and gaze
I’m trying to touch your soul, where the real you reside
From the expression, I’m attempting to slide
To get to the real you, for our thoughts to stride
Forward!


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Think different! it is OK!

see, I am so used to thinking
like my sibling
the utmost upbringing
to think life my "folks"
like the society
think under the "blocks"
where I had my "normality"

then I learn the secret
of transformation
to think different
to a bright destination
different
to redeem my lost
present past!
different
from what is called the "norm"
to redeem my brain from the storm
of conformity!

Unscripted Life!

So it goes, outside of the norm
The norm set up by the world
The norm structured by the cold
--- Human condition
--- And an evil notion
But, my generation
--- My life, our life
Slipped out of strife
Slipped out of the butcher knife
To live and shine

Outside of the norm
Hidden from the fierce storm
From the stance of African nation - Convoluted
From the demise and isolation – expected

Contrary!
A generation of hopeful horde
A tenacious soul so determined
To achieve the new high - unexpected
To live a full life – unscripted!