LUO LADY

 I tell you the revered words 

In pages so infinite in their number 

I’ve seen you in my numberless dreams
Strutting with the elegance of a queen −
The one who sires the heir of the throne

Luo lady lets watch seconds gather
Let’s watch sunsets beckon eternity
Luo lady you’ve won my pride
Captured my desires and caged it
Your beauty has enslaved my mind

Jaber take my name ,take my everything
You’re the one I would like to kiss
In the pulpit in front you father and mother
As we lend immortality a human touch
I long for those sunsets and mornings
Away from the worlds glare

Take my hand jaber, let’s go to the hills
Let me be the stars a high above the sky
Let the wind blow away our silent whispers
So that the world knows of the love
That I profess, immeasurable and eternal

ONE DAY, PERHAPS ON A MONDAY

One day, perhaps on a Monday, afternoon,

You’ll realize you belong to a silent world.

Where silence lends an ominous embrace

A world where there’ll be nothing to face

And you’ve heard everything to be told

And all about you, hazy shadows of the moon

One day you’ll know silence belonged to you

And you belonged to silence; your worth

Measured by long moments of solitude

Like specimen on the table, a sour mood

And you’ll spell all that you are not

And you’ll be glad perchance, you were true

One day, on a Monday, perhaps in the afternoon

You’ll reckon the futility of speaking your mind

And the vanity of aiming way too high

Among human mongrels out to lie

Among humans who to your flaws find

Something to talk about, hoping not for change soon

MINE A SWEET SURRENDER

A smile, a permanent fixture on her face
And mine a heart dances with grace

Love, a permanent food in her meal
And mine a task to savour with thrill

Bliss, a permanent taste of her lips
And mine a sweet surrender- it grips

Eternity, the permanence of her love
And mine a duty to fly like a dove

THE ALLURE OF NORMAL LIFE

You are that kind of person who has no guts, you give every time life pushes you. You are the kind of person who'll live all his life playing it safe, doing the right things, saving yourself for a moment that never comes. Then you'll die a boring old man if you live long enough. The best part of it is, you'll have many friends who really like you because you were such a nice hard working guy. You spent your life playing it safe, doing the right things. But truth is, you let life push you to submissions. Deep down you were terrified of taking risks. You really wanted to win but the fear of losing was greater than the excitement of of winning. Deep inside, you and only you know you didn't go for it. You chose to play its safe.

The Struggle

Life holds nothing beyond the longing                                                                                                                                         

To be such an insatiable desire to another                                                                                                                         

Feeling your heart beat to their pleasure                                                                                                                                                           

And their struggle to bear a second away from you

Seconds pile into a hurdle to jump over                                                                                                                                                        

Faces lit by the thought of their smiles                                                                                                                                                     

Life changing, life giving, life enhancing                                                                                                                                                               

All rolling into a struggle to cope their absence

Save for words that save the day                                                                                                                                                         

Though in its insufficiency alleviate                                                                                                                                                               

A hearts sacred longing                                                                                                                                                                                 

It’s always a struggle to explain a longing

Into This Life, My Life

The long time that lay ahead perpetuated emptiness, an impalpable loss and grief. I didn't know what to make of my day. The desire to do something  better with my time only increased the void I have always known to be part of me. It seemed it would take forever to fill; to attain a sense of fulfillment. The craving for everything better (clothes, shoes and phones) became a futility each passing second i failed to do something tangible with the time disposed at my feet at such unfathomable abundance

Dreams jeer at me every chance they get. And they get it all the time except when I'm under to influence of liquor. I choose to ignore it taunts but I fail miserably in each attempt. It seems to retreat behind my back to launch itself then ambush me in an overwhelming force that I cant resist. I get swept away in an abyss. It takes days to know where I am, weeks to plan how to retrieve myself from the mess, months to execute and years to be fully free from it.

My hope is to be free from every chain that seems to curtail my personal development, slowing down my progress to greater things and greater heights. Even though it seems I am my own enemy I refuse to confront it in the battlefield. it looks like it can beat me hands down. I seek easy ways of soothing my makeshift ego with flimsy alibis. I look around myself and wish something was like this or like that. Then  I seem to wait fro things to be like the wait I want instead of using the tools I have to better myself. (If I always thought like this I would be far)

For the meanwhile, I indulge in a world that borders on despair and hope, my feet firmly fixed on both worlds and the absent desire i so crave to seek the fortunes there's on this earth. The urge to leave the comfort zone that is my dreamland is clipped by a force that I can see but its whispers I can perceive around me. Then i lie on my bed and imagine all the luxurious things i would own...