TO AVOID DEATH THEY HAVE FAILED TO LIVE

WHISPERED WORDS

It wasn't years ago when we sat upon the fields at night, it was yesterday,
When you held my hands and asked me what I saw when there was no day,
I told you I saw fear, that my soul was laid bare in the shadows that stared,

Do you remember touching my forehead with the tips of your fingers,

THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR

Taekwondo is my sport, Martial arts is my way of life. After 6 years of starting taekwondo, it so happens that I can't go a month without training, without working on my body, without sharpening my mind and reflexes; it is what keeps me going.

You know what happens when I stop for three weeks? My body goes into shut down as if to say "hey Mr man, better get off that chair and go train or else I'm going to give you an ass whooping", body aches will start, mind slows down, and it feels like something big is missing; only a dedicated martial artist or athlete will understand the withdrawals one goes through for stopping training for some days.

NIGHTLY

The chirping crickets,
A purply sky,
A moonless night,
Beauty is nigh,

WHISPERS

WHISPERS

The sun kissed my face,
It played me gently with grace,

The sky was blue and white,
A perfect union of dark and bright,

DIARY OF THE MONTH OF MAY

It has been the same every other day;
I'd enter and buy a cup of coffee,
take a sit, and sip quietly while looking around the café at the busy looking faces.
You'd enter, walk slowly to the counter, as if in a ballet,