The Muruku Murmurations

This piece is to honor my sister, as we've been through thick and thin in life & she has always been amazing support. I was inspired by Andy Mineo's Hear My Heart, and felt it is due time to honor my sister, before time runs out. You were born before me, 3 years apart but you looked after me, When mum & dad were busy, Preoccupied being crazy. You were there keeping it cool, Guiding us from being fools, I remember how you thought me how to buy onions, While mum was hospitalized, tears flow by the millions. You warned me about women, But I was stubborn & joined the foolish men, I learnt the error of my ways, Even then you loved me anyways. You put shoes on my feet, Which made my bad days sweet, Even when you got married, You are busy but always got us what we need. Man... I am super blessed, To have you when my life is a mess, Grateful to have you as my sister, The one who took the role of a mother & father. I'm sorry a better brot...

People say you accept the love you think you deserve. In all my flaws & complexities, I realized I've gotten used to being loved very little, in small bits & pieces. Do I deserve this? Probably not. But am I used to it? Well.. Love me a little, Not too much or just enough, Love me in the minimal amount, Sparingly & don't be too tough. Give me an hour of your time, Or if you're generous maybe two, Then never call again for days, Because you have so many other things to do. Send me a text or maybe three, Laden with emojis & that unique charm, Only to ignore my replies for days to come, And when I've almost forgotten, send another text to me. Hold me close just for a while, A brief hug that isn't brief at all, But then avoid looking me in the eye, Or holding my hand in the car or in malls. You see, I used to love too much too soon, Even when people up & left, When they came back I just kept loving them, But they never staye...

To mankind. This goes out to all mankind, Because you always pester my mind, Some days you restore my faith in humanity, Most days, you make me question your sanity. You pester my mind, Yet the answers I do not find, Sometimes I wish I didn't live on this planet, This poor place that we take for granted. What have we done to this world? We've destroyed it even before her beauty can unfurl, Our land and trees are being destroyed everyday, Don't even get me started on how we're just killing animals, ok? We destroy lives like they mean nothing, Is it truly disgusting, We pretend like they don't matter, When we see that blood splatter. Some turn a blind eye, They hide away instead of standing up for what they believe in, And refuse to fight for justice till the end, They'd rather keep silent than die. So this one goes out to all mankind, Because you always pester my mind, It's sad because humanity can be so beautiful, It's sad t...

Sometimes the cobwebs in our minds are woven by the most undeserving people. This is to one of my cobwebs. You do not deserve any more of my words, And yet here I am writing yet another verse about you. You do not deserve to occupy any space in my brain, Yet some days the cerebrum can't help but stir you up. You do not deserve to live in songs I so love, Yet as I belt them out I see your face belting them too. You do not deserve the friends we share, Yet when you take them for granted there I am consolidating. There are many things you so do not deserve that you do not see, Amongst them is this very small hold you have on me. - SB 4.11pm, 29th March 2016 Ghetto HQ

The person who disturbs me frequently would be none other than my very familiar friend, Insomnia. Insomnia stricken, Consumed by desire, The plot thickens, Unable to rest or retire. Revolting habits, Undignified comments, Toxic and rabid, Unimportant laments. Reclined and awake, Manic eyes to the stars in the sky, Wired by a bad mistake, Discarded two-plies. Trapped and alert, Conscious and unsound, Lost in the voices of the dessert, Imaginations unbound. Words of the hopeless, Resound like beating drums, Actions of the reckless, Conversations of the slums. Ripped from reality, Submerged in fantasy, Obtuse from clarity, A state of rarity. Slumber called, Mind engaged, Slowly the mind stalled, Caressed by the deranged. Lethargy creeps in, Insomnia persisted, Sleep called from within, But forcefully resisted. - SY 11:23H 24th March 2016 Non Existent Dreams

If candy made the world go round...Hrmm.... What if candy was the world! Take me on a trip, on a sweet escape, To the land where Crunch makes gravel road so sturdy, Where M&Ms paved the streets of the Empire State, Street lamps lined with Skittles so brightly. Kit Kat stacked neatly as brown pickett fences, Twix as pillars, strong with their biscuity frame, Sneakers that make great porch benches, Sugus hold everything together just the same. Toblerone triangular bricks built houses, Melted Mars bars forming strong cement, Hershey chocolate to smoothen the creases, Carbury Chocolate make beautiful mouldings on pavements. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups rotate like tire swings, Tic Tics that colour the roof tiles, Starbursts flower the trees of the south wing, Smarties pebble the ground for endless miles. Crunchie honeycomb stained glass windows, Sour stripes make beautiful velvety curtains, Gummy bears are my tour guides to follow, Malteasers be or...

In honour of World Poetry Day on 21st of March 2016,  a poem on poetry and poets.  Writing a line or two, Is not a difficult thing to do, Writing a poem or three, Is as difficult as difficult can be.   When it comes to poetry,                 It can be long, short or anyway you want it to be, It will give you all the feels, Even if you're a man of steel.       Poetry makes me happy, And poetry let's me be who I want to be, Poetry has changed me, For that I thank thee.                       Poetry has ruined me, For it has shown me how beautiful words can be, I even have dreams about poetry, That's how much poetry has an effect on me. Poets, here's to you, The ones who write as a form of therapy, The ones who are called crazy, The ones who write to make sense of what they're going through. Here's to you, The ones who bleed out their feel...