Love, Sex and Comedy

I fear I might not succeed, and live the life I didn't expect, I fear I might say the wrong words, And people will react in a different way, I fear I might do something wrong, and it will come to haunt me in the future, I fear living a very comfortable life, and end up forgetting the less fortunate, I fear staying quiet too much, and end up failing those who wanted a word, I fear jumping fast into conclusions, instead of being patient and waiting, I fear making the wrong decision, that would mess up everything, I fear joking around on serious matters, Instead of being serious, I fear saying something serious, and people take it as a joke, I fear not keeping my promises, and end up dissapointing the ones I promised, I fear hurting for the ones I care for, because at the end I'm the one to loose, My fears will always motivate me, so I get to live the life I want, Lord,, help me make the right decision, So I can kill all the fears in me, It wouldn...

Who I’m I? My name is Paul. I was born in the rural areas. My parents were not the “well abled” people. We lived in a single room built of iron sheets. I was raised with the mud toys. Never got a thing that I could claim I was bought for. We lived as a poor family. My dad left us while i was still a kid. My mum was a housewife. But after my dad left, she was left to look for a way to get our daily bread. Life was never even close to easy. She moved from one house to another. I started school at the age of ten. My mum had no money at first, so I couldn’t start school at the right age. I wasn’t good with studies, so I kept on pulling the class back. Two years later I dropped out. My mum couldn’t pay my fees anymore. Finding a job was a hard thing for her. She later got ill. She couldn’t get out of the house. She got skinny with each day. There was no money to take her to hospital. No one could employ me. No one wanted to be charged with child labour. My uncles never wanted to do w...

Was it you last, or first, Did I take it slow or fast, Was it in the morning, Or at night when you were snoring, Was it one that was enjoyable, Or one of those that are avoidable, Was it one that you want to go back, No matter the time it is, even in the dark, Was it outside or was it at home, Two people or were you alone, Do you still have a clue in your head, As you lay down on your bed, Was it one that was rare, Do you consider it to be fair, On that night of mid October, And the outside was cold, "Hold me", I was told, When my stolen heart was opened, I really don,t want it to be my last moment, It wouldn't hurt to share

 I’m sitted at the back seat, as usual, in this mathree. By the music that its playing, one can definitely take a wild guess where it is heading. The driver decides to tune up the volume. I guess it’s his favourite song that has just started playing. My eyes can’t be jailed in one direction of vision, so they choose to jump from one site to another. The first thing I notice is the stubborn kid who keeps on crying every now and then. The mother looks tired of its behaviours. Was I this stubborn? Did I keep on crying every now and then when nothing went my way? Or something I wanted wasn’t delivered to me? Then again, you are not the right person to ask these questions. The mother keeps on shouting at it everytime. By the way it looks, and its behaviours, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of the famous loud politician is a relative to it. The cries keep on getting louder by the minute. Come to think about it, maybe this is another reason why the driver tuned up the volume. The ...

You crave to have me, Charging love as the only fee, Living a life of fantasy, Wishing it would turn to reality, My name you gave to your doll, Pretending to make a night call, Your mind a little hazy, Acting a little more crazy, The way you look in the mirror, Dreaming of me being your loneliness healer, You close your eyes, And for a moment reality dies, Imagining me being there, To take you everywhere, Holding hands before your friends, And as we leave they turn heads, You chase me in your mind, In your thoughts I’m never left behind, Don’t torture yourself, Cause I don’t want to be a skelf, In bed you move in swirls, Wondering whether I’m into good or bad girls, While I’m all oblivious, And you take everything serious, Your stomach is full of butterflies, And your feelings full of cries, When I walk in with the guys, Your mood shoots to the skies, Talking to me is your appetite, So next time I’m in your sight...