When life bowls a googly
throws a curve ball,
reflect, do not fret. 
Do not throw a wobbly,
rage, slash nor hit hard.
Grip your bat light
keep your eyes on the ball
and patiently wait
bat, steady and straight.
With a feather touch
gently coax and nudge.
You may not hit a six
yet, get a run or two
or even cross the rope
for a well deserved four.
If you play it right
heed this advice
you will not lose your wicket
for life is just a game
a game of Cricket!





My spirit is stifled
my emotions numb
lifeless, listless
I roam this realm.
Rooted, petrified, dead
in the battle for bread.
The tyranny of monotony,
is that all there is to destiny?
Through wide open eyes
my troubadour mind flies
dancing birds and bees
fluttering butterflies.
Conjuring colourful worlds
fairies, angels, elves.
I dare not blink
lest darkness descends
happy I am
in my land of pretense.


Imprints on sandy shores
memories etched on grains of sand.
Footsteps fade with rolling tide
as waves rush inland.
Memories though, carried on the wind
create new contours, sandy dunes.
Remain buried for aeons
written deep as druids runes.
Re-emerge as dark and light
ripples trapped in stone.
Tomes strewn all around
dug up from the ground.
Stories layered upon stories
revealed to the keen eye, prying mind.
From dust we come
to dust we go.
Mother’s alchemy acting on bones
turning us to gold!
Nadeem Odesmyth.










​This is dedicated to my lovely wife Sameena Khanum.

I was but a leaf

one amongst the million

on the eternal tree

in the Garden of Eden.

Soaking up the sun

nourishing branch and stem.

I gave my all

seeking none in return.

Now, I am but done

flaky and dry

as I trundle on the wind

with none to cry.
She was a rose

soft as silk, honey and milk

dew drops on buds

held back on the verge

trembling petals pink.

Spreading smiles and fragrance

drawing in pain with each breath.
She was all of grace

hot tears, tingling face.

Imagined flaws black feet

blind to the rainbow in it’s tail

dancing in gay abandon

in Eden’s Garden.
The leaf, petal and feather

common current, different streams

drawn by divine destiny

came together ever closer

wisdom, strength, beauty, colour.

We are all part of that one stream

Who is the dreamer and whose is the dream?


​This is a poem I have written for the three charities I am supporting, Dingley’s Promise- children with special needs, Homestart- Vulnerable families and Launchpad- Homelessness. 

Hope it will be a fulfilment of my dream.!
Miss a limb I maybe

or lack a social grace.

I am special and have needs

look at the glint in my eye

the beautiful smile on my face

for I have aspirations and dreams

of winning laurels in the race.
Some roads even, avenues

lined with shady trees

a warm hearth, full bellies

caring, loving families.

Some dark blind alleys

with seemingly no escape. 

Who to blame? Society, 

or is it just my fate?
I have watched, shivering, cold

lying on my cardboard box

the striding glossy shoes

stilettos, trainers and sandals

ignoring my outstretched hand

helpless pleas of my eyes

as the waves passed me by

stranded on an unnamed island. 
Every life, child born

in darkness or in the morn

singular, unique, precious

a diamond, gem, a star. 

Lend me a helping hand

give me a leg to stand

make a new HOMESTART

provide me a LAUNCHPAD

full-fill my DINGLEY’S PROMISE

step out of the pit

take a stride

climb a mountain 

make a life

Look up at the sky 

with a bright shiny eye.





Have you ever looked deep

into the eyes of a babe in arms

shining brightly like twin stars.

Soft, shimmering liquid blue

dark, sticky sweet chocolate

some a shade we call Ecru.

Full of mystery pitch black

invite you in without a knock.

Swim free in turquoise blue

taste heaven on your tongue

plumb the depths of their souls 

nothing hidden, pure innocence,

For eyes are windows to the souls.
Why then do we erect walls 

hang up curtains

pull down the veils

blindfolded behind dead trees

staring unblinking at shiny screens

hiding hatred, jealousy, envy, shame

avoiding even momentary gaze?
Pick up courage, drop the guard

share the common grief, joy and pain

look deep, stop the blame

Cos inside we are all the same

tiny candles lit from one flame



Eternal Dance


Palpitating, pulsating, playing for aeons
I rode the wavering waves of time.

Imploding, I lay spent in an inky void

exploding, shattering, scattering sparkly dust.
You are but, bits of me

gently streaming, floating by.

In the beam  for a while

meeting, cavorting, dancing, loving

dispersing white, serene blue sky *.

Drifting apart, melting into the dark

eventually saying goodbye.
All alone, pall of grey

stumbling, grieving, seeking

till hurts heal and tears dry.

Is it destiny or is it chance

specks float from afar, come close by

cross paths, tangle and collide

a tantalising tango of eternal dance.




On father’s day to my late father

Your spirit still wanders the earth
strong sometimes is your presence.
memory motivates me to move mountains
strengthens sinews in silence.
For you maybe gone
but your legacy lingers on.



Simple weed, humble I maybe
despised, hated and killed by many.
Closely look at me
to find a certain beauty
built in sacred geometry
a special, sublime symmetry.

No matter how many killers you spray
I shall beguile every child on it’s way
whisper him to come and play
with my blowball bobbing and sway.
Invite it’s life breath to blow on me
ride far on it’s happiness.
Spread seeds to the far corners
to grow, survive and thrive
giving kids enormous joy!






Life’s a painting, nightmares and dreams fragmented.
An unending play of light and shade
dark days and brightness interspersed.
The music of an accordion
alternately relaxed and compressed.
Momentary murmur of soft, cool breeze
stormy clouds, thunder and gales.
Silent, serene calm ripples
Crashing thunderous waves
Tossed by a tsunami
rushing headlong in haste.
A moments pause in a rolling meadow
sat on a bench in the oaks shade.
Look at the beauty all around
With the eye of an artist
stop the thoughts and contemplate.
Accept the sweet with the source
a masterpiece to create.