This Christmas we are 50. Sis Mary said you might not bring enough presents because the elves have been sick like Jimmy. Please bring a new sock for Tommy and a new coat for Jacob. I almost forgot; please bring a new mummy for the new boy. He cries every night and there is no more spare bed in the Orphanage.


All I want for Christmas is for Daddy to be happy. When he is happy, he plays with me and mummy is happy. When daddy is sad, he hits me and makes mummy cry. Please Santa, make my daddy happy forever and ever.


All I want for Christmas is for step-daddy to stop. Please Mrs Claus, make him not come to my room when mummy goes out at night. It hurts when he comes and this Christmas I don’t want it to hurt.



All I desire for Christmas is an answer

to my silent prayer to be answered.

The silent prayer I whisper for all children

to keep them happy and joyous,

safe and protected,

imagining and believing,

believing in a perfect world ,

of unicorns and fairies.

Silent prayer for every child

to be a child and live as one.


True, I can’t see

but I tell you, I can hear what you can’t.

True, she can’t hear

but her eyes are sharper than yours.

True, his words slurs

but he can figure out the sums faster than you.

True I walk with a limp

but my mind race faster than yours.

True, I was born different

but aren’t we all.


Some get extension,

others get weave-on.

Some get sew-in,

others get clip-on.

Both are different

but equal in purpose.

I’m different to you

but we are equal.


With every part of me you call – Limitation.

Is replaced with a part I call – Possibilities.

For every mile I can not go – Is compensated for,

by the quality of meters I have gone.


So don’t look at me like

I’m not a force to reckon with.

Don’t stare at me like

I am a thing of wonder.

Don’t laugh at me

like I’m an animal in extinct.

Don’t pity me

like I’m a poor soul.


For it takes strength to be me.

It takes strength to be different.

It takes strength to be challenged.

It takes strength to be limited.

So this is the time I would say

ignore the truth, look at the but

and don’t look, stare, laugh or pity.

Just accept, love, care for,

help and encourage me

to be the true and the best me.



Standing on the hard ground,

knowing you are 6 feet below

makes me feel like a betrayer;

I have betrayed you by living.


I know we said till death do us part

but I shouldn’t have made that pact.

I should have insisted to go with you

whenever death came for you.


The wind has suddenly

started to blow louder,

screaming in my ears.

All I hear is the silent cry of the breeze,

all I can feel is the little pat

on my shoulder

from sympathizers

who can’t feel my pain.


The crowd in black

have started to blur

into a muddle of black mist,

leaving me standing

6 feet above you;

alone in the black mist.

Dear Santa Claus,

Dear Santa,

I used to write to you before

but somehow the burden of growing up

choked the believe in you.


Now looking at my New Year list

I realise it looks so much like

The list in the letters I last wrote to you.


Dear Santa my list has matured

My list is different now

but still the same –

the same, just different.

The toy moving train in the old list

has somehow become a Lamborghini Aventador.

The bride and groom doll

to play pretend wedding with.

has become a partner

to wed and live with.


It must be the work of the aging fairy

for I slept with the list under my pillow

one Christmas eve and when I woke

I was 40 years old with a list that

looks different but the same.


May be I’ll just post it to God.

I’ll let him give you the ones that can fit in your bag

while I send off the loan application to the bank

and my CV to those offices.

I’ll hold off contacting the wedding planner

Till I get a confirmation of the bride/groom.


Your friend

The Grown Child



I look, it tinkles
I gaze, it shines like
A piece of glass
stuck in a pile of coal.
Sleep sneaks around me,
I refuse to succumb
for I want to gaze forever.

It takes me
giving me a lovely view
in the soothing darkness
they all work together
to make life beautiful
the children of nature.


There is something about the dark that makes you reach out and explore. Life itself is a composition of dark times and happy days but the best days are moments after the dark times. The moments you feel the rush of relieve and start to see things in a new light. Darkness is associated with not seeing and seeing is to most people, the most important sense. However if the closest thing to seeing is feeling, then we can say that to feel better you have to shut down the sense of sight.

Why then would we wonder why people close their eyes when kissing? The many distractions to the eyes are enough to prevent you from feeling the full impact of a kiss. You already have distractions in your mind that you have to block out and let go; adding that of sight is not advisable. As I once heard if you are kissing and your partner leaves his or her eyes open then He or She is sure not that into you.

Shutting out the light in an alley would force you to feel with your hand in order to move forward. A good kisser explore with the tongue, finding ways to caress every nook and cranny of the mouth. How much you can explore is what makes you a great kisser but it all start with shutting your eyes.



In my darkness,
my eyes shut.
I am a bird of colour

In my light
coming out of the shadow
I am a bird of colour

Before I could speak
You put me in a box

Before I could learn
You put me in a box

Before I could feel
You put me in a box

Before I find myself
you placed me in a closet

Every day the walls grew thicker
They burn like marshmallows at a campfire.

So I flew to a land without walls
With trees that drift with the wind.

I had to prove that I am a bird with a colour
from the rainbow and I sing with a gentle touch.

I still stammer when I tell my story of flying
with other birds over mountains of forbidden ecstasy.

But I am learning to speak
And every day my words get clearer.

Although I was put in a closet before
I knew me, I am learning to be me.

Open and free,
Free to love.





Pick me well,

I’m better with a slight neck.

I like it warm when I’m hard.

Room temperature is just right.

Slip me in a bag before I catch a cold.


I’m open to different styles,

be creative with me.

Give it to me as you like it:

Folded, drilled, chopped,

Sliced, blended, mashed,

Mixed, peeled.


Undress me,

stick your hand in.

Fill me with props:

salad, meat, ice cream, sugar,

milk, soup, orange, mint,

fennel, salt, pepper.

The more the merrier.


I can be baked, steamed

cooked , grilled.

I can be all you want

but I must tell you one thing –

I’m best served

Naked and raw,

Scoped with your hands

I am Avocado Pear.

How do you like me now?