Allsorts

Last week, I saw the school rising,
Doors shouting out loud to get their attention,
Lockers opening their mouths and shutting it,
Books saying hello.

Last week, I saw the school breathing,
Doors opening their jaws and gushing in wind,
Windows opening and blowing in wind,
Toilet stalls blowing all the stinky wind.

Last week, I saw the school chatting,
The lockers chatting with each other,
Desks jabbering to one another,
Chairs trying to gasp for air and trying to scream.

Last week, I saw the school eating,
Exercise books swallowed work,
The playground gobbled pesky pupils,
Laptops saving data for later.

Last week, I saw the school playing,
Fences frisking around with gates,
Grass playing with their friends,
Tree trunks clapping their hands.

Last week, I saw the school sleeping,
Spider webs forming rusty corners that has not been cleaned,
Rats building a place to live,
Spiders crawling under the stair case.

panda giant
giant panda
living in the warm Uganda
giant panda
panda giant
my friend, my peer, my business client
panda giant
giant panda
living on my wooden veranda
giant panda
panda giant
always obnoxious and defiant

The night began on the day of a night
The scary widow began to give sight
I saw how he looked
As if he was four
Or maybe he was seventy-four
What will happen if he screams
Will he be a man that redeems?

The night began on the day of a night
The scary widow began to give sight
I saw the look on his face
As if he’d just come back from space
How old did he look?
Oh, it was a shadow of my foot
Not a widow
Not a fiddle
Just a shadow of my foot.

Sherdil, the best brother,
in my life,
whatever you do,
whatever you say,
I love you anyway!

Ah, here comes the word that changed the world
the word that changed the way we live now
the word that tells us to go with the flow
even when we don’t want to.

Then why do we do it
Is it because we are afraid to be who we originally were?
Or is it because we want to fit in?

What happened to our individuality?
What happened to the unique culture we never used to be afraid of sharing?
Why is it fading away?
Why is lost?
Is it because of the change happening all over the world?

Why are we forgetting who, what and where we come from?
However much the world modernises I will never forget
who, what and where I come from
and I promise to spread my culture all around
and do what I want not what the world tells me to do.

One day there was a little princess called Rosey
and she had a dog
and she called him Bob
and one day she was walking her dog…

Eyes like blue velvet, calmed by calm sea
When angry sparked by volcanic breeze

His lips as sensual as raindrops on silk
His voice is soft, like warm mother’s milk

His nose aristocratic, nobility shines through
His eyebrows expressive, when pointed at you.

His back ramrod straight, shoulders show pride.
His mane is unruly and shows his wild side.

The cheering fans, ferocious and fierce
The people had such good cheers
I saw the coolest of cars
They could take you to Mars

The laughter of the sun echoed through the stadium
The sun migrated through the stadium
The long race track always turning
The huge stadium always learning

The exaggerating cars boasted about their speed
Not helping the people in need
The lightning loud bans could make the cars
take you to undiscovered lands

In the reflection of the scrap metal the clouds
Incredibly fast cars could get you out of bars

The far away destination
is seen from here
that’s my only imagination,
even though it’s not near

Even though there are two ways ,
the will is the same
even if there are fewer days
I will never give up for the game

Marching towards success
cannot be so easy
but it will make me a princess
and not a lousy daisy

The only option is to
look forward and not back,
with courage and then do it
or else you will miss the crown

The wind blows hard
the sky is dark outside
I am lost in my mind
I am losing control
I hear scary sounds
the clouds to the ground
the sound of darkness
in my ear
What’s going on?
I’m done