Can You Endure

can you endure long silence 
endure my seemingly unwarranted 

moments of listless solitude 
can you endure the same response, 
when you inquire about 

my meaningless brooding? 

can you endure days I'll long 

for peace more than your kiss? 

can you be still strong

after wondering what's amiss?

can you endure my nonchalance 

my carefree attitude

my cavalier approach to romance 

can you still stay with my wanton mood?

Splintered

I am basking in the undistinguished
glory of splintered dreams 
the derailed course of my life, 
offers not the perfect photo opportunity 
to project an image of success 
I am, by a design, a man who 
inadvertently got satisfied with very little 
and every step, thereafter, 
was all about accomplishing the
bare minimum 
but trust me, I know how long a man 
can last on bare minimum 
and it's not that long
barring constitutional intervals 

Mental Disorder

I have an undiagnosed mental disorder, 

as sinister as it might, I think people 

like me need recognition, 

right from the United Nations 

to the CBOs tucked in the armpits 

of uncivilised natives of Kainuk 

I am telling you, I am mentally ill 

my thought process is as flawed, 

as the next Mathari patient, 

but I am free like a molecule 

and that worries me, it worsens 

my condition 

sometimes I think I am walking 

corpse, 

the next I am more alive and eternal 

like the word of god 

because I am ill 

but my condition is undiagnosed yet 

and that gives me no peace 

at this ungodly hour of the night 

The Wilderness of Life

wander through the vast 

wilderness of life, 

be wary of the compass 

for your desire is to get lost, 

if not, it should be your creed 

for you will find out you true self

in unfamiliar places 

define yourself through strangers 

and find your true purpose 

in our own meaningless existence 

wander through this wilderness 

be wary of those who sing praises 

they do not mean it 

Who Needs?

who needs a hug, 

when a hug, 

can't be frozen 

and stored somewhere, 

somewhere easily retrievable? 

who needs a heart, 

when it can be easily stolen, 

and given to someone else?

who needs a soul when 

you wouldn't ever know 

what to do with it 

or if it even exists? 

who needs to live 

when each we crawl closer, 

unwillingly, 

to our own demise? 

Who needs to ponder all

these, 

when you can live, love and laugh 

the good things 

and the bad things that happen? 

Back Up

I have travelled  way down 

the least desirable road, 

The climb back will be stiff. 

and difficult 

It wasn't the way I wanted 

but I thought it was cute 

now I believe I was stupid 

the regret is 

Wandering Heart

I felt my heart slip away, 

and float, like smoke, 

through the invisible crevices 

and wandered away seeking 

your lukewarm embrace, 

to brood the distance memories 

fan the dying embers back to life, 

to warm us again 

until we can't stand each other. 

as I set here, content without a 

heart, 

I hope it used the correct path 

to find you 

I am aloof, unenchanted by all this 

because the scars are still evident 

yet they aren't scars worth 

celebrating, 

they are invisible scars that never 

fully healed