apples and oranges

Sometimes I cannot help but wonder,
How I would be like if ever,
I turned out an apple,
Like you,
I mean,
You are sleek,
You are elegant in all the aspects of the word,
Awed even,
You are an apple,
The highest of all fruits.

And then there is me,
Hidden under layers of bitter skin,
You can never be too sure with me,
It takes a good eye to know when I am sweet,
And when I am bitter,
I am the commonest fruit,
Nowhere close to the ranks to which you belong.

Sometimes I cannot help but wonder,
How it would be if,
You’d ever love me like your other fruits,
Look at me with proud eyes,
In my absence, speak of me like I was the reason for making your days bright.
I cannot stop asking my unknowing mind,
How things we would be if,
We were both apples,
Whether things would be better,
If I turned out like you,
An apple.

I not only fell far from the tree,
But I was also the swan among ducklings,
I am never as graceful as you,
I never learn to wade as majestically as you,
I never even get to think like you,
Thus my alienation by you…
I turned an orange,
A less elegant fruit…

Sometimes I cannot help but wonder,
If I would have turned out better,
If you would have turned out happier,
If I was your apple pie and you my apple chop…


I Pray (dedicated to my late Sister)


I won’t live my life any other way
No violence, no theft, no rumours
Cause I hope to see you some day
I pray
This comes from my heart
No thinking, no confusion
An when we meet I wish we won’t part
I pray
I know you had no choice
But life is life
And I shall soon hear your voice
I pray
I know you got your wings
In a happy place upstairs
And I can’t live without hearing you sing
I pray
You’re in much better place
With happy people and no worries
But I can’t stand it not to see your face,
That’s why I have your picture on my wall
I pray
I wish I could see you now
Then I would have no worries
And you’ll bring me a smile
I pray
Just in case you don’t see me tomorrow
Or even the day after
When I rise we can have laughter
I pray
I cry every time I see your name, and photo
I can’t get over it
I wish it was me instead of you
I pray
All my feelings and emotions are in one poem
I can’t hold it in
So that’s how I show them
I pray