The love at first sight

Fooled by sight and confirmed by vanity

Your heart has chosen the profanity of your minds’ chasms

When love is superficial,

When your lover is artificial,

The sight is fixed at the appearance,

As the looks wane, 

The love wanes.

As the love wanes,

The sight is on stains and

The relationship is strained,

The colour palette of life is reduced to black and white and one starts painting grey.

When you renounce the superficial

And denounce the sight 

And for once choose without materiality or vision,

There’s still hope for life to blossom into something you’d cherish when all is lost except memories. 

To the Coloured Mind

 Lifetime of inferiority,

As perceived by colour,

A colour racism always let turn into fascism,

Whatever the accomplishments, all turned black by white,

For White is the new Black!

I end up doing the menial,

Always hear the heinial.

Always looked down,

Forced to Look up.

For White is the new Black!

I’m silenced by day,

And violated by night.

I championed for the cause,

Am made to rue for the loss.

For White is the new Black!

A day shall come when darkness is positive,

And dawn negative,

For I wait to rule in the night,

As my skin was never favoured in light,

For White is the new Black!

I wait and await,

For a day beyond colours,

To be an accomplice to glory,

For the Intellect to honor me

beyond physicality,

For white to turn grey,

With all the fervor I pray!

An ode to Black panther, in a bid to rhyme! 

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The Common Man

I am a common man,

Dreaming of rags to riches,

Earnestly waiting for the sight of beauty,

Looking to abscond from duty.

Waiting for a glimpse of rain,

Praying not to get wet and stain.

I am a common man,

Praying for a lottery on a daily basis,

Bribing divinity with devotion,

Losing my plot with emotion,

Invading others’ privacy,

Doing my bit for the rumour mill,

So that I am the first one to shout about it atop the hill.

I am a common man,

For I can neither  desist the fantasies

Nor can I resist human fallacies 

I shall comment on elected representatives  but 

I shall never be the change I want to see 

I am a common man,

Craving a lifetime of attention,

Plagued by the spotlight and intention.

Waiting for opportunity to knock on my door,

While I wait outside not noticing.

Alas I am a common man rendered common by mediocrity in thought, with laziness playing a part,

Drowning the sounds of conscience and immersing myself in Individualism without originality,

I am a common man and  I shall remain thus.

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