Her maid and gardener are in fight again, she looks at them and not really sure what to say, Maid is with her since when she moved to South Africa and knows that she is a nice lady and really have no reason to fight with anyone. The Gardener start working in her garden few months back he is also a very down to earth hard working fellow, when first time he came in house, she thought he and maid will be good friend as they are from same age group, but she sense the tension in maid eyes first time she saw him, never able to realize why she look so troubled. Funny part is Gardner has done nothing to annoy maid but she is just cross with him. What can be a possible reason she will any way never able to figure out, South Africa is going through so much change and people not really seems to be as kind with each other as they appear. Maid is not young and she has seen the days of oppression and the way she see the world is totally different than her, seeing them stressing over nothing is not nice but they never say anything and in such times best thing, she think is to look aloof and hideaway in her own thought as for her this situation is not easy to solved, none of them have any real problem with each other yet they look so tensed when together.
She seems to lost in her own train of thought, she moved to South Africa few years back she grew up in a country where she never saw any discrimination and understanding these strain between the two people is beyond her reason but she also know these people have seen enough oppression and discrimination and they somehow got this right to be angry. She don’t really ever knew meaning of oppression till she moved to South Africa, for her only oppression she faced was when father used to forced them to do something without will or when she used to feel her sister always gets better clothes and toys as a kid that was her definition of oppression and discrimination. She think about it and feels bad, she is not mocking these people struggle, it just she happen to have easy life than her Gardner and Mai. She in her life time will never really able to figure out why her South African maid can’t stand her Zimbabwean Gardner, it’s just between them.
Weeping of a Broken Heart
I stayed up reminiscing all night
Thinking about the long fights cold
I want the whole world to hear
Just don’t know if it’s the truth you can bear
What you have done left me in a condition
But the voices drives me to a solution
I am struggling to find my currency
You’ve left a bitter after taste of what we could be having currently
U scorched my heart on the ground
Feeling that screech like a train would stop
Spatting residues of ash into my eyes
Forcing a smile expecting my soul to rise
The inevitable venom in your heart I preserved…..
For the love we both knew you never deserved……
BOREDOME!
Men are honest with their body language.
Men are pretty honest with their attempts and courage,
but are also carelessly honest when it comes to BOREDOME!
Love Still Revolved
Expect insanity when love is involved,
Many have evolved through marriages over the ages,
Love Still Revolved.
Wish we could start off as cocoons,
and end up as beautiful as butterflies.
Rather we start off flanboyant and colourful,
but end up ugly after many attempts and tries.
Love Still revolved!
“HEAVENLY FATHER”
“HEAVENLY FATHER” approach me,
I’m in need of your touch-come hold me,
No luck! just stuck nowhere with no plan.
Make me a “STRONG MAN”
Materialistic Wishes
Materialistic Wishes teaches greed,
envy and the art of being selfish.
Humbled courage improves commitment towards one’s heart.
The latter has never been easy but hard.
However, once achieved-one can never lose their soul and grow apart.
ON BEING AN ATHEIST
So many people walk through life, with the idea in their heads,
that someone else is responsible for their success and daily breads.
They praise his name and blank their thoughts, on occasions when they win
and when they lose, it’s not their fault, “it must be worldly sinâ€.
No doubt, it must be comforting, to have him control your life;
he picks you up, when you are down and carries you through strife.
Late at night, all alone, someone knows your thoughts.
Believe enough, you’ll have your way, on healing, peace, all-sorts!
“But, is he there,†we people ask, “bestowing on us glory?â€
“Or, have they just filled in the blanks, with nothing but a story?â€
To us, it seems, minds applied, there’s simply not enough,
to suggest that the universe comprises more than stuff.
We live our lives, in our own minds and earn our daily bread,
and when we don’t, we do not blame a holy page, unread.
Our failure’s ours, but, then again, so is our success.
We never need relinquish it to some ‘being’ who did bless.
When you see that it’s you, who steers your worldly path,
then you’re the judge, the man in charge, the one who hands down wrath.
For, in your dreams, you will be judged by your subconscious mind
and it’s this alter-ego, who knows of your unkind.
And so, you see, it’s not the struggle to sit on a cloud,
but, rather, to reach end of days, looking back, feeling proud.
We need not search through books about divine morality,
when we can be the persons, with whom friends we’d want to be.
In the end, should we find that we wooled-over our own eyes,
we’ve had an answer for some time, it may come as surprise.
For, if, one day, we find we’re asked why we disbelieved,
we’ll tell Bertie’s God, “non-evidence is what had us all deceived!â€
If, as many thinkers think, we all cease to exist,
as a fairly decent way to go, it cannot be dismissed.
In not existing, even though good times will not be had,
we will not be experiencing it, so, it cannot be that bad.
Don’t you cry girl
Don’t cry girl, don’t cry
Life is beautiful for those
Who choose to smile all the times
It hurts, I know
But please don’t cry
Wasted tears are wasted times
Time you can choose to be happy
Happiness is all around you; just listen to the song of birds, falling rain and blooming flower they all are singing for you
You are too precious to waste your tears for the things not in your hand my girl, so please stop crying..
Life is beautiful for those who choose to be happy
Time is tough, life is mess, I know but still I will say don’t you cry girl don’t you cry.
Life is too short to waste with tears.
Noting is worth for your tears so save them my girl, and please don’t cry..
Don’t you cry girl, please don’t cry.
I gona be my own sunshine
Tunnel is calling me again, tunnel of sorrow and pain,
I don’t wana go down that line again, there is nothing but sorrow and pain
I am not going in that deep dark tunnel again
Tunnel is too dark and deep
Each time when I go there I am lost
I can’t hear my own heart beat
Tunnel kills me each time but I keep falling there
I am not going down in the tunnel again
I heard people saying there is light at the end
My tunnel is too deep and dark
I see no light there
My legs are sour and my eyes hurt with the pain
I am not going there again
That tunnel lives in me for so long that it hard to let it go
But it’s time to leave and be my own sunshine
So I am not going there again
I am leaving my tunnel and all the sorrow and pain behind
My legs are aching and my heart is crying
I am no way going in the tunnel again
I gona be my own sunshine
I am leaving my tunnel behind


