no roses without thorns

dark words, these
that come tumbling upon the white
they feel like blood on innocent skin
so dark, some emotions that i write

some say these expressions will scar my soul,
others speak of a mind, disturbed
at the choice of words,
to others, these words are mere fiction,
that i intend to shock through verse

it’s hard to turn the eye away
when rape and murder of children
stares you in the face, everyday.
It’s hard to blind the heart
To a child begging on the streets,
And having passers-by move on, hurried
and instead throw their pennies, in turn
for God’s mercies.

the rose-tinted view of the world
is not without its thorns, my friend
so, let other minds look at the roses,
while mine will remind you of the thorns instead.


written after the poetry recital on 25 september 2011. someone told me that i wrote very dark poems.