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The devil is such a pro at what he does. He’s tactics? Pretty smart I must say. There’s more to him than just the image everyone portrays him to be; an ugly, black and red guy that sits close by or far away with a long ‘folk’, horns on his head and a tail. (Who came up with that figure, I wonder). You ask how I know; well I journeyed with one of his greatest companions for a moment in time. His name… Fear! This guy…oh…this guy! The memories still fresh in my mind run through in-disoriented. It’s like replaying the story of my former years on big screen. Mr. Fear was sent to me a while back with intentions to bring me close to his master’s self in order to control my every move and have me be like him if not better. I didn’t mind at first. Life had been tough before that and at that moment, I wanted nothing to do with anything and anyone. I only had the following friends; me, my self and I. They knew each other and knew me too. ( Sounds hard to understand but that is what fea

In our day to day lives we sometimes may think that no one’s watching when we are up to some mischief somewhere. At the moment someone’s stealing, tomorrow another is cheating, whether academically or in marital scenarios…whatever it is, people of nowadays have become prone to doing things in the dark. We prefer not to be seen when acting and not to be heard loud when commenting. Things happen behind the closet that only you and God know; while society looks at a brave, happy, hardworking citizen, deep inside your heart of hearts you know you are a disgrace due to your deceit. Oh my God! A statement that repeatedly and annoyingly slips out of one’s tongue after truth is unveiled. We step back from the culprit whose been caught pants down and most probably go away from him or her to make them topic of the bar or salon or sleep over, or late night chats. Think about this scenario with me… So boy meets girl, they go out, girl likes boy, boy says I love you, girl falls in love, tel

Silence, Silence is what I hear Deep in the darkness, sounds the heart beat o f a little lad so cold, yet so dear Silently, she's sinking deep in fear Wondering what  tomorrow may bring as it draws near Slowly, the minutes pass by Lips sealed Nobody really wonders why They are all deep; swimming across a beautiful sky Dreamland, That was it's name Yes, I recall Because I was once there as well Flying high Dancing with the stars Amused by the moon Basking near the sun that beat my physique Like it was 12 noon But wait, What's that sound? I know It's the sound of my thoughts generating an ugly past. Take it all away Where are the words  For me to utter and pray? The past drives me up the wall Paralyzes my tongue I can barely speak at all Submerged in unusual pain In my world so small I wonder, oh how I wonder Does anybody see me at all? "Help," I cry, "Let me out of here" Guarded by anguish Sealed completely with a

A head turner… that’s who she was Beauty that flowed from within and found its way out, no sight of flaws Or so many thought She had it all going on for her Extraordinaire background, classic lifestyle, sort-after status With all this, nothing was bound to go wrong Or so we thought, since no one sensed the upcoming fracas  She walked tall Everyone around knew her, whether great or small She was a head turner; no one was like her, none at all Her green eyes flashed before her audience If you didn’t know her, you’d mistake her image and call it pretense But she was real, a true figure to behold She was a head turner, so humble yet so bold Elegance was written all over her Right from her glorious long hair, to her feet that sauntered gracefully Rarely touched the ground due to a spectacular pair that elevated her to an appreciable height Oh! A head turner, that’s who she was, That is what we knew her for Silencing conversations among drooling