© Francis Maugo
Try not to trust my words;
they're lies that I manufacture to
project an ideal life and
persuade you I'm OK.
Try not to believe my words
For I was once enslaved into
Drinking and drugs.
Furthermore, the isolation
I received from my fellow
Teaching staffs, the excommunication
Stigmatization was the order of the day.
Try not to believe the grin you see;
it's a veneer to hide
burning agony, intense disgrace,
sheer despair.
Its the scars i got from the depression
I suffered.
Try not to get tricked by my chuckling;
it is just a reverberation
of empty internal parts, longing
for faculties to return.
Try not to get persuaded by my lucidity and request;
borne in endeavor to
control the disarray
furthermore conciliate the situation unfolding inside.
Try not to be dazed by
The flawlessness I radiate,
The boldness I counterfeit,
The honesty I fake,
The certainty I wear
For I'm broken into pieces
I may not see your light but I can see the sun.
I may not feel your night but that moon cast shadows on everyone.
The song that you sing is a tune to which I can’t dance.
The theories you bring don’t calculate in these hands.
Though we see the horizon our compositions are not the same.
We stand and see each other.
We can appreciate or we can agitate.
We can aggravate or conciliate.
We can fight with fists of anger or we smile with hands to shake.
We are human but not the same.
We are different in politics, in histories, in cultures and in how we live but for the sake of humanity, for the sake of all to live we must refrain from living to satisfy the evil craving and desire of someone else’s hate.
Canada Day, July 1st
Let us stand this 1st of July
And sing O Canada in salutation
And salute the Maple Leaf waving
In the sky above our nation.
Let us conciliate accord peacefully,
Where diversity is enlightenment
For the citizenry of our country,
In proud affirmation to be Canadian.
As we celebrate our anniversary
And reflect on our heritage and legacy,
We honour both the fallen and living
For their sacrifices to keep us free.
Victorious and proudly displayed,
That flag in the wind symbolizes unity
For a nation encompassed by three oceans and two borders:
Stays Canada, our home and native land.
A sweet-poison par excellence
An incident uncommon in species other
An out-of-the-way vow for life
To breathe and die for one another.
Departing from old loved ones
Longing for unknowns
A challenge to lead life better than others
A solacing shackle and ‘loss of freedom’,
As Jagmohan sir used to quote
‘Where you cannot die for yourself.’
Nectar nowhere found
To respite, soothe, conciliate and placate
To forget and forgive
A cushion of love with a wig of sleep
Patting with lullaby for a jiffy’s NIRVANA
Though a pair of long parallel lines
Expecting to be woven around each other
As mating serpents’ pair.
Solitary Heart
Once in a lonely quiet night
As the stars twinkle in the sky
And the moon crawls to her bed in the sky
There sat a lonesome heart
On a craggy choppy rock
Indulging in reminiscence
Of it lost rib, then the memory
Of her face begun to glow in it room
Like an early morn scintillating sun
Then came a mellifluous chanting
By a sky lark’s warble
Blended with the noble singing of a nightingale’s
As it try to conciliate his soul.
The lonesome heart looks up to the nocturnal birds
On the tree bed
And then said to them
“o fair lovely little birds”
“o fair lovely little birds”
“how delightfully sweet you sing”
They both stared at each other erratically
And the birds made a ciao! ciao! sound
And then flew up afar
Into the bright gloomy sky .
It is useless to pour water
To a downward pot
Though it is necessarily critical
In a drought of thirst
Person in pretence of sleep
It is difficult to wake up
Though it is necessarily critical
In a moment of danger
Adorable words accent and gestures
For the means of democracy
It is a witch of crazy
Though it is necessarily critical
In a state of power egoism
Forging smirking before the people
To conciliate hearts for votes and power
It is matter of fact today
Though it is necessarily critical
In a reflection before the mirror
Down to earth deconstruction
To purify the heart and mind
It is a matter of duty the day
Though it is necessarily critical
In the age of e- enlightenment
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Nobody is going to shed any tears for you.
This has been the last time and we are through.
I have tolerated your egregiousness for too long.
It is easy to see all along, you were wrong.
It seems since you have decided to roam,
I can at last attain a peaceable home.
The walls show the marks of your irascibility.
Impetuous actions have damaged indelibly.
How could you attempt to keep me on a shelf,
when you could not even control yourself?
It seemed like your abuse was going to last.
Thank God all your actions are now in the past.
My attempts to conciliate were to no avail.
I do not care if you rot in hell, or in jail.
Man's begotten by God not to be perfect but to be good
You and I, all fallible who perpetrate the mark of Cain
Imperfections, attributes to be well-pleased of
Moving on beyond impossibilities and nonentity
Perfections, just dreams - fantasies
Everyone has their own worst part
Reality's always at your side - running behind you like shadows
Find your genuine being - you're TRUE COLOR
Everything you cannot perceive by your eyes but heart can do comprehend
Cherish yourself - your life and existence
Think unfathomably
Imagine everything
Overcome and surmount
Never conciliate to be pre-occupied by your IMPERFECTION.
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