“Bright lights of a Christmas tree,
The spark in the eyes of a little girl,
Seated below, looking at the sky
With her carefree smile in her shiny red dress,
Waiting for someone to appear,
Expecting her miracle to come true,
She closed her eyes one final time
And opened to find a thin frail Santa
With her father’s moustache,
Holding a present for her with a smile.”



Dialectics of Life 

“There comes a time 

Of whirlwind, a time 

We find our answers 

Amid the chaos, amid 

The shine of the sun 

And the glitter of the moon;

We just know the right words

To say, the right words to hear, 

We doubt less and love more, 

We be what we are designed to be, 

Humanity personified. 


But as we know that we live

In the era of dialectics, 

There comes a standstill 

After the whirlwind, the answers 

Seem to be hard hidden 

Despite the dig; despite the search

We find words hard to say

And love more elusive to seek, 

Making us break the designed state

To wander without curiosity 

With only hope to meet the turbulent sea

With in the desert we find ourselves to be.”