I killed my shadow


i killed my shadow

I killed my shadow
On a silent afternoon infused with a copper hue
I refused to surrender

With arms stretched under the scorching sun
I let in waves of heat inside my being
Until they reached down my soul

My shadow was no more…

Then night came playing its Cimmerian tune
Darkness stretching its arms everywhere
Like lovers reigning in their blissful content

But I saw the path every night
As I walked through the valley of shadow and death
That black I killed led me

Now the Dark of me brimmed with light
My shadow shimmered like gold
And showed me the way

I refused to surrender….


A Good Man

A Good Man

A Good man is curious about all things around
That shape and impact his country his town
Always raising his voice for those in need
He helps putting smiles on faces that frown

A Good man will listen and will give ear
In doing so, he will make his point clear
A Good man will respect all other views
For truth, he will stand firm without fear

A Good man is like an open Book
He cares
He respects
He considers
He guides
A Good man holds no grudges inside
Faces the truth, he never hides

A Good man learns from mistakes he makes
From each defeat positive things, he takes
He gets back up every time he falls
A Good man builds bridges; he breaks walls

A Good man is never hard to find
He shuns injustice never turns his eye blind
A Good man is inside all of us, yes it’s true
Never let that Good man die in you



That determination that intricate will
arising inside when confronted by the truth
then fading away like stars at dawn

Prisoners of this vicious predicament
we try to stray away from it as far as we can
so it doesn’t disrupts what we mask

If only like that sparrow flying in eagle’s lair
that Determination gets the lift a final nudge
making its journey to do what should be done

Hearts infested with doubt and fear always
fail to bring the change within oneself
and rectify wrongs of the land they live in

Those who opt for change always say no to
commandments of manipulation never giving
their nod to those who cheat

Deep in trenches of the heart that will to act
right lurks but is often killed down instantly
by the sniper of our doubtful concerns

Those gallant enough to slay the dragon of
inner fears march triumphantly in front of
all the king’s horses and all the kings’ men

Gradual transformation of a caterpillar to a
butterfly starts within inside so only those
who are sincere with themselves succeed

The bridges of hope between hearts are built
from breaking the bones of skeletons rattling
inside our closets of fear and self-doubt