A Secret

Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.

Roy T. Bennett

I have a secret
And I want to share it with you
But before I do that
I want to ask
That you keep it to yourself
Please do not share it
With anyone
Even with those you care about
For it may lead to my ruin
This secret of mine
That I’m about to tell you
Because it reveals my weakness
This secret of mine
That I want to share with you
For I trust you know you must keep it
To yourself, this secret of mine
I’m going to share with you
Is that I LOVE YOU
This is a secret
Nobody knows it
For I always pretend
Like I do not love you
When the opposite is true
Because I LOVE YOU
As much as I love myself.
My love for you, is my secret
For it reveals my weakness
So please do not share it
With anyone, even those you care about
Or I may live to regret sharing it
This secret of mine
With you, because I LOVE YOU.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

A letter to you, from me

Hi there, stranger–because you do not know, me, even though you are, me, and I am you–I trust you are not in danger.

And hope that you are well, I just wanted to tell, you that hell, is always knocking, at your door, but that heaven is always in your reach. You just have to stretch, your heart, and your mind, to their limitless potential.

I know you don’t know me–for you have never met me, you and I are strangers, even though I am you, and you are me–so you must be wondering who I am, to tell you that heaven is always within, your reach and that hell is constantly knocking on your door?

I am no spiritual sage, if my age of just twenty-three years doesn’t tell you that, then let me tell you I am simply a student, of life, who likes to learn, and live, life to the best of his ability.

I am not a success sensei, in fact, I’m studying at the local university in the city, but I’m not paying for my own tuition fee. I haven’t written any books, on self-development, nor have I any degrees.

I am not a philosopher, you will definitely find many flaws, in my reasoning and thinking.

I am only twenty-three years young, and counting, to my tomb I don’t know, when the clock will stop ticking. But as long as I am breathing, I try to live life to the best of my ability, but like every ordinary person I am not perfect, I have made many, many, many mistakes, and I am sure the numbers will keep increasing, but as long as the number of my learning is not decreasing, I am happy, to make as many, many, many mistakes, as it takes, to gain mastery, of this thing we call reality. 

Since I am no spiritual sage, success sensei, or philosopher, I’m just a stranger–even though you are me, and I am you–so you have no reason to believe my words.

It’s entirely up to you, to choose whether you will learn from the mistakes of a simple guy, who is lucky enough to have discovered his passion for poetry and language, and his love, for humanity, and all the beauty life has to offer.

A guy who loves you–for you are me, and I am you–and whose dream it is that you are living in a state of bliss which can never be dismissed.

A guy, who has been blessed with a brilliant mind and has learned, he is, a spiritual being, experiencing reality in human form.

I haven’t always been like this.

In fact there was a time not so long ago when I refused to learn the lessons life was teaching me.

A time of suffering, when my mind and my heart where in disharmony.

I like me better right now–and I’m sure you do too, because you are me, and I am you–so I am extremely grateful, for the many, many mistakes I’ve made, for they have led me to an appreciation for this gift, of life, presented to me, every single day, by the Most High.

I have aligned myself with the Gods, and the destiny they set in prophecy for me: to create my dreams, and to stare my nightmares in the face, and dare them to do their worst.

Perhaps I’ve read way too many books?

Mayhaps I’ve smoked way too many Marijuana joints?
Perhaps I’m just too high off life?
Maybe? My habits are getting the better of me?
Perhaps? I’m just deluding myself?

You have no reason to believe me. But I’ll tell you anyways–If you don’t already know–that you too have a magnetic mind that is geared towards attracting abundance and all that’s good for you, and repeling resistance and everything that is bad for you.

Unfortunately, we live in a society that does everything it can, to control our minds, and to use it to attract huge profits for itself.

The society we’ve been bred in has programmed us to act in a reactive manner,
Always focusing on repelling perceived nightmares, it has taken away our power to be proactive in attracting our dreams.

The good thing, however, is that you, my dear, stranger–even though I am you, and you are me–have, at any moment in time, the choice to take back your power of magnetism towards optimism.

If you are still with me, thank you for sticking by. I know this is an unusually long letter, I never intended it to be so. But I’ll go with the flow–because I believe God is speaking to you, through me, right now–
and he wants you to know that your heart will show you the way to heaven, and your mind will help make, the way that gets you here.

You just have to–like a poet–make the desires of your mind rhyme with the feelings of your heart.

I know, by experience it’s not easy to listen to your heart, nor to command your mind, for we live in a world filled with so much noise that it’s hard to hear the voice of God speaking, to you.

Yes, it’s not easy tuning into the intuitive powers of your heart, and the creative power of your mind. But know, this is a good thing, for it will be more fulfilling, once you have learned, to master the power God has trusted you with.

I’m sure you know that with great power comes great responsibility, so don’t be scared of your duty, to create your ideal reality.

This is indeed an unusually long letter, but rest assured it is about to come to an end.

But before I conclude I wanted to impress upon you the message that even though hell is constantly trying to knock down the door of your well-being, heaven, the haven of happiness is always within, your reach. No, you don’t have to die, a saint. You just have to reach out, and grab it by the balls.

All you have to do is follow the passions of your heart, the things which inspire you to make art; and to use your mind to find the resources which will help you on your journey towards reaching heaven.

In befriending your mind and heart, be not scared to make mistakes, for your success is not at stake. It was already written in the stars.

Just be brave, in facing life’s lessons, with the confidence that you will learn, and eventually graduate as cum laude from the suffering of hell.

In conclusion, this is not a get rich quick potion, nor is it an easy solution to the situation you find yourself in.

It is not an attempt to teach any moral lessons or brag about the fact that I have found heaven, because hell is always knocking at my door.

Instead, it is a symbol of my love for you–because you are me, and I am you–in which I try to inspire that fire within you, to burn, with a desire which will make you aspire to reach, ever higher, and higher for your goals.

This is simply my way of telling you that you don’t have to be a spiritual guru from India to reap the benefits of being in heaven.

In fact, the Gods have already blessed you with the power, to reach out and grab heaven by the balls. For you are needed here.

Yours in love and kindness

Spread your wings and fly

The world doesn’t need more noise. Don’t complain. Set an example.

Zat Rana

Oh child! why don’t you spread your wings and fly?
I know you dream of it every night
in bed. So spread your wings why don’t you try
and see if you will fly to meet the sky?

Are you scared perhaps?
of flailing, failing and falling
to your doom?

Oh child! who wants so badly to meet the sky
but face your fears you will not even try.

Why don’t you just spread your wings
and take flight to pursue your plight?

I know the world never taught you
how to use your wings
much less that you’re a bird.

But I’m sure that deep down you know how
to spread your wings and fly
oh child! who is always staring at the sky.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Happiness | a Metaphor

Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into visible.

Tony Robbins

Hi there friends! Glad to see you here. Hopefully the Monday blues haven’t had a clue how to sink their teeth into you.

As you’ve seen by the title today’s poem is a short metaphor that will hopefully open the door for you to enter into a state of mind where your perceptual parameters have been expanded.

If so, then feel free to let me know what your views on the poem are in the comment section. I’ll be more than happy to hear–or read–what you have to say.

So without further delay, here’s your poem for today…

is heaven in the mind.
A haven
where you will find your thirst
for bliss quenched
and your hunger for joy
has been filled.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Life is like a game of chess

Think before you act.


Life is like a game of chess

For you are either born a peasant pawn
Who must climb their way
Slow and steady up the ladder of success,

Or you are a royal king
Sitting safe inside the walls of your castle
Needing only to make sure
You secure a mate who can give you an heir.

But life is like a game of chess
Because unfortunately most of us are pawns
Simply trying hard to move up in life
Because life is so like chess
We work hard hoping to get that promotion
Which will provide the solution to our situation.

In our push towards the finish line of the rat race
We are sometimes lucky to come across a knight
And shining armour who rescues us from the jaws of a dire situation.

But life is like a game of chess

So it’s no surprise that sometimes
During tough times we are sacrificed by our leaders
-Hopefully for a greater good-
And we wind up as watchers on the sidelines
Nothing but witnesses to the demise of those we love.

But thank goodness life is like chess

So even though you may have less
Power than those who put you in a mess
Like a pawn you have the freedom to choose who you want to become

A knight whose armor is the light of your love?
A bishop who watches from afar your journey to becoming a star?
Or a rook who looks right and wrong
before you cross the road of behavior?

Who knows
Perhaps you will have the pleasure of becoming royalty whose loyalty will set the masses free?

Today you can start anew

You have to be lucky to be successful, but luck can be engineered.

Zat Rana

I know that today is a shadow of yesterday
And that you can’t help yourself from looking into the past
For it is the place where your memories forever last
The place from which you dig the contents of your story.
I know that today you’ll regret what happened yesterday
And that you can’t help yourself from reliving the past.
But I implore you to look at the moments that move fast
Past you through the lens that you can re-write your story
Anew starting today you can take away the worry
That tomorrow will bring with it a sad reality.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

My Mortality

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.


My mortality makes me melancholy

The fact that I will one day succumb
to the tug of my tomb wanting me in its womb
fills me with dread I’m sure you can comprehend.

My mortality makes me melancholy
because even though I’ve conquered the skies
I’ll still end up on the plate of a worm,
nothing but a memory in the minds of those who love me.

My mortality makes me melancholy
But only subjectively, because objectively
My mortality brings me closer to immortality.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Into The New Year

A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.

John Burroughs

I made it!
Into this resolution
I’ve seen my evolution
From problem to solution
Will i keep my resolution?
That is the question
Only time will answer.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Good day guys! Glad you could join me. I’m a bit pressed for time, so instead of writing something original I retrieved today’s poem from my old Instagram account.

I wrote this piece on the 1st day of last year–although I added the last line today–to commemorate my making it into the year.

I hope you enjoyed the read. If so, then don’t be shy to leave a like and perhaps a comment to let me know. I’d love to hear from you what you think about my poetry.

Once again, thanks for joining me and have yourself a fantastic Friday.

Slow and Steady

Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination.

Brandon Sanderson – The Storm-light Archives, The Way of Kings

Slow and steady
wins the race every time.
It may not come first
but slow and steady
always emerges victorious
for fast and furious
even though it may not come last
is so fleeting you’ll end up forgetting
the moments which led to you coming first.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace