On the run

As in age does the wisdom grow
and as in pain does the resilience show,
When the artist delivers a stroke of genius-
The light of life shines on the darkest of canvasses;
Flow brightly the colours under the sun,
Flow freely the imagination on the run.

J.Bibi

Shrouded

In the hardest of places,
The shrouded fear truimphs a pure defiance-

The laziest of souls die-
In hyperactive compliance

The ease with which life betrays,
Is overshadowed only by that which it destroys

Through the rough terrain of survival
Does the spirit validate it's arrival.


J.Bibi

Cycles

The vines of the old  giant fortress,
Grow old and weary over the craggy rocks-
As the entwined branches cover the  dead and the living.

The death of the old,
Gives way to the growth of the living,
The ways and the days-
Of  inevitable qualms and of forgiving.

J.Bibi

You and the Rage

You and the rage of the world;
In search of a peaceful place-
And yet impeded by every demonic race,

Globally the waves of hate crash on serenity;
Too big and too much of a bait-
To allow the building of harmony.

Why the discomfort to fight for a cause?
Why the internalised wounds of discontent? 
The normal life is good, it is safe,
Yet in the mind burn the fires of dissent

And life delivers every unseen blow,
Just often enough to let you know-
That total healing will not be allowed-
The furnace of strife moulds nothing more-

Than half-made and half baked creations,
From the rain and sunshine, it follows
Are made insidious lies and overt lying sensations;
Why do some, see what they want to see?
And others see none of the prescribed scenery?

Fly away misery,
Fly away crappy negativity
Fly away the cursed inability
And let good things be.

J.Bibi

Laws of the Jungle

The laws of the jungle, signify the arrival
Of extortion and the demise of nature.
The savagery of the hunt  involves nurture-
Destroying the processes of survival.

A measured step that leads to an appreciation-
Of the assault course and propels towards deprecation-
Of movements, geared to undermining the real game;
For the continued enhancement of the food chain.

J.Bibi

The Splendour of Hypocrisy

The gregarious splendour of hypocrisy,
Shines out with such a glaring ferocity,
That the hidden truths seem to be dead
And the mighty liars never need to regret.

The monstrosities of the human mind,
Devour all hopes of the redeeming kind,
Where life can be truly safe and sound-
Yet an honest heart is ever forward bound.

J.Bibi

Fires of Faith

The words ring empty as the reality refuses to catch up
And the worlds of silence grow in magnitude-
As the fires of faith struggle to contain,
The harmony of peace, required to patch up-
The results of ground breaking ineptitude.

J.Bibi