When Will You Learn To Let Go Of That Pride?

So many people are in serious need. But just because they do not roam the street or that they ride good cars we think they behold heaven in their pockets. Well should that be our problem? The problem of we that strive for comfortable lives or we that roam streets? Of course not.
Lately, I have screened some individuals of today who are barely comfortable but yet full of Pride. What an Irony!
What exactly are you proud about?
Proud to ask the help of another?
Or proud not to be who you are?
I seriously don't get it.
Whoever you are and or whatever you own and in whatever you do just be humble because you will be there soon.

Rain Drops

This tinted sky,
I wonder...
Could it be the source of the rain
Or could there have been a war up there?
Is this some tears of a great person
Or just some kind of blessings?

When it rains
Just to watch the rain as it drops effortlessly
I cast my gaze
And then I begin to recite my favorite phrase.
I never mind the continual drops on my face
Because to me, it is a moment of grace

So right now
I ask for grace
As I knot my lace
To run this race
And also to double my pace
That I may never know disgrace

Let this rain drop more & more
That I may be grateful forever more.

I Am Nice Not A Flirt

No one better judges me
come
Let us define what we are
Let us define our relationship now
If you ain't clear about something?
speak up!

"hello dear"
Did I say "hello lover"?

Come on
Have you forgotten what it is to be polite?
Not everything said is sexual or romantic

Don't judge me for your own misunderstanding
Don't ever judge me for your misinterpretation

Hey...
I am not wrong to show some love
So please,
Say something, ask me
Let us quell your assumption.

My friendly Ghost

MY FRIENDLY GHOST

Hello

You are the ghost that stares at me all night

And of course I return the favour.

Why are you so harmless?

Infact

You are gradually becoming my friend

My unfriendly friend who wouldn’t speak

 

Are you okay?

 

Dear Ghost

You have caused me my nights

Dawn is where I find rest

Because I am frightened by you.

Although you mean no harm.

 

In the morning

You are replaced

Replaced by the coat my mum got for me in grade 6

Tattered and dirty

But I still love to display it

So I hang it by my wardrobe.

 

Ghost?

Could it have been the coat all along?