Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

I am Beside You


When the nights seem like temporary forevers,
The world unforgiving, weary, and lonesome,
Know that this is water under a steady bridge,
Even raging floods will not shake,
Because I will always be beside you

Perhaps the distance, and time between us
May make your world seem full of dark clouds, hovering
And the rain, always imminent, an impending doom,
But always know I will be your umbrella,
Your shelter, a rock of refuge

Perhaps our lives seem like a stage
Without actors, without the lights, or the audience
And the two of us far away, practicing our lines
I, have mastered a few of the lines:
I love you, and always will no matter the circumstances
I am always beside you, cheering you on

Wayward Nights


Wayward nights stretch their gory limbs
To touch a face, worn with deep thoughts
Alone, in a lonesome dynasty
Whereupon nights stretch to a thousand infinities
Unfazed by sleeping pills, and perhaps opium
Searching, seeking a familiar face
In every stranger that smiles better than the setting sun
Drowning the world with certainties, and dreams

Friday, 20 April 2018

Hollow Halls of a Soul


the aches, the longings,
that sprout beneath the angst,
within the hallow halls of my soul,
sometimes numbing, sometimes fulfilling
filling the crevices that your sweetness once sought refuge
then there’s life, then there’s more of it,
when I realize how stranded I am, among a sea of people,
aching with longing, to once again put the feeling into words
immortalize it, let the it caress the longings, and the aches
as the echoes of my heart beats
reverberates in the hollow halls of my soul

Clingy Sorrows


I bought a rope, and a lighter,
My sorrows have acquired life jackets, and boats
They, too, have insolent grins on their faces

My demons have learned a new language
And forgot the one we used to converse in
It’s colder and darker inside, lonesome and weary

Nights are long drawn
Mosquitoes have become menacing
Communing with me into the wee hours of the night

Monday, 2 April 2018

CAGED


Caged, looking out with longing, eyes fervent with desire
Attracted to the flames inside yours, untouched,
Untouchable even in the face of tragedies,
Such as a fatal attraction, drifting me ever close to your bosom

I set these words free, to find a place to perch
And if you may, have a touch of your velvety soul
Blossoming in my head, and body, craving your piercing look
Pierce my heart with undying passion, sacred and eternal

But if these words fall short of your estimations
Don’t hold them for long, release the with the middle finger emoji
I understand the language of disappointed beings
-Disappointed at how people wish away a lifetime of blessing

Sunday, 1 April 2018

Deport me to a place close to your bososm


Sedate me with your laughter, and smile
Then deport me to a place close to your bosom
Torture me, if you may, with yours sweetness
Because, with you, I harbor intentions of overthrowing time  

Walk into my soul, and steal towers of solitude
Channel my rivers of loneliness,
Through your garden, where flowers bloom
Let them absorb water, until they run dry

Embrace perfectionism out of me
Prod the demons to release passions of mine
Salvage the best of them, and keep them
And then deport me to a place close to your bosom



Monday, 12 March 2018

Don't go far off

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- 
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station 
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

BACK TO BEDLAM


The cream painted wall looked alluring
For into it I stared into my future, or rather hacked
Into what would have been then, just as is
Then, a projection of nothingness, sobriety
About she, nothing but a vulture, waiting for me to F up

THE FLOWER IS TOO LAZY TO BLOOM


Peer into my soul with those lifeless eyes
Look at how I am floating in the abyss
Do you see the valor in my eyes-do you?
I will guide my form in this abyss of your oblivion
For you are a flower that’s become too lazy to bloom

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

THE SMILE

That smile-your smile- appears to me
Like a well sculpted piece of art
It appears to me
Like God use its specifications
To create the sun
And in His generosity spoke
“Go ye and light his dull world”
And it was so
For you are shining in it, and owning it
What more could I ask for?

That love-your love- appears to me
In the silent throbs of my heart
It appears to me like a gold mine
A whole world of treasure
Treasure that mere mortals seek
And yet to find, a vanity
But you are here…with me… for me
You are my whole world, and you are shining it

What more could I ask for? 

Friday, 16 February 2018

WHY WOULD YOU CARE?

And the rising sun brings forth uncertainties
A cold shiver runs through your spine
You loved a man that you barely knew
Now, you are almost sure he’s on his way
To lands yonder, having stolen your happiness

Nights find you sipping your favorite wine
Hurt and confused by all that’s happening
Scared too of thinking about the future
Drunk, you ask yourself, why would you care?
Yes, why would give a shit?

You are out of your mind, and you like it that way
You swear you’ll do whatever it takes
To get back even with him, whatever it takes
And when everything’s been done and dusted
He’ll live with regret for the rest of his life
But for now why would you care

When every has been broken and to trust
You must begin from scratch cautious like scientist
Yes, you are a scientist trying to experiment again
After a failed attempt, grave as leaving you broken hearted

But then you won’t care about anything anymore 

Sunday, 21 January 2018

THE END OF A MAN

A man steady demise begins
From perceptions he holds within
About his inadequacies

A man is half dead
When he thinks there’s someone better
Far much than the deserves good things

A man is dead, he who fears
Because he can’t bring himself to action
For his mind conceives destruction

A man ends begins when he craves
Solitude, away from a woman’s love
For solitude is self-euthanisation

A man’s thoughts make him
Good or bad, it will manifest
In what he attracts not what he desires

Be mean to thy self
And the world will reciprocate

Give, and the world will too

A POLITICIAN’S MIND

The electorate is one mass of ignoramus
So very clueless about the taxes they pay
So I’ll promise them that I and I alone
Can bring them development never seen
I swear they don’t even know they pay taxes
And that development isn’t to be promised
But a mandate of leaders

Last time I promised them roads
Tarmaced to a baby’s skin smoothness
None of roads were constructed the past four years
This year, I’ll bring out bulldozers
And ask them to elect me, so that I can complete projects
The ones I started, but I truth, I am not done
Visiting the world with their money
I haven’t been to Bahamas yet, that’s the incomplete project

We will be doomed if we walk the talk
The hospitals will be well stocked with drugs
And facilities, the doctors well paid
The roads will be well tarmaced, passable through the year
I mean if we do all these, where will we steal?
What will we promise them every five years?
We don’t need to the moon, do we?

WHY WOULD YOU CARE?

And the rising sun brings forth uncertainties
A cold shiver runs through your spine
You loved a man that you barely knew
Now, you are almost sure he’s on his way
To lands yonder, having stolen your happiness

Nights find you sipping your favorite wine
Hurt and confused by all that’s happening
Scared too of thinking about the future
Drunk, you ask yourself, why would you care?
Yes, why would give a shit?

You are out of your mind, and you like it that way
You swear you’ll do whatever it takes
To get back even with him, whatever it takes
And when everything’s been done and dusted
He’ll live with regret for the rest of his life
But for now why would you care

When every has been broken and to trust
You must begin from scratch cautious like scientist
Yes, you are a scientist trying to experiment again
After a failed attempt, grave as leaving you broken hearted

But then you won’t care about anything anymore 

Wednesday, 20 December 2017

What more could I ask for?

That smile-your smile- appears to me
Like a well sculpted piece of art
It appears to me
Like God use its specifications
To create the sun
And in His generosity spoke
“Go ye and light his dull world”
And it was so
For you are shining in it, and owning it
What more could I ask for?

That love-your love- appears to me
In the silent throbs of my heart
It appears to me like a gold mine
A whole world of treasure
Treasure that mere mortals seek
And yet to find, a vanity
But you are here…with me… for me
You are my whole world, and you are shining it?

What more could I ask for? 

Saturday, 18 November 2017

THE WANDERING WOMAN

Woman, a wanderer on earth seeking pleasure,
Almost often where there’s none,
May you be condemned to an eternity of solitude….
May your joy be stolen by little things
My your river quench many thirst

Except your own

Smile, and be alive with me

Sit with me on this wasting log
That fell with the drizzle last night
And listen to the thud on my chest
Trying too hard to resist your charms
Smile here, and be alive with me

Forget the fancy restaurants that city girls adore
It’s more fake than their brilliant Brazil hair
forget about the badly brewed brewed coffee
they cost an arm, yet cannot rival mursik
munch on this roasted maize
and be alive with me

stretch out your long lanky legs, stretch my imaginations
smile, reveal those pearly teeth for my dreams
ask me stupid questions, I will not write about them
talk to me about your childhood,
tell me anything, but do not tell me about your former boyfriend
appease my throbbing heart with your eternal bliss

be alive with me 

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

ANOTHER EMPTIER PART

A part of you feels hollow
End to end nothing but a void
Debauchery creeps in
It often finds solace within

You don’t look anyone in the eye
They’d peer into your soul’s lie
And how hard you acting your own life
How long you’ve since ceased living

Another empty part of your grows
As if by magic, ensures you’re bereft
With it you swim to newer lows
And you-you don’t even know when to begin

Not caring 

Friday, 7 July 2017

RENTED DELUSIONS

Truths are rented delusions
Passed through gleaming eyes
A simple pledge to stupidly be awed
Disguised a cushion, of human frailties

The pursuit of uninsured dreams
Knowing without acknowledging
The ‘ass’ hidden in the word assurance
“You can fly,” the heart hears her say

And the mind seeks illusory thrills
Conjures up heavens and eternities
A thousand lives in a world
 Lit only by a mere smile, a heart beat

In perfect order in its own chaotic nature
The heart heeds the beckon of eternity
Without asking, ‘where is Methuselah?’
Wasn’t he ever once in love?


THE COMPLEX CASE OF ‘WHAT IF’

What if the world isn’t round as its purported?
What is darkness is a fallacy?
The sun remains in its place, it never sets

What if knowledge is a mere suggestion?
A nuance of man maddened by identity
What if all people who know are indeed fools?

What if death is a transition of lives?
From one world to another
What if the next, excepting biblical,
 Was way better than before

What if the first man didn’t bother with another’s head?
About its ability to grasp bogus ‘organised knowledge’
Would we have exams?

What if man learned how to manage his greed?
Would it be the ultimate form of knowledge, the zenith?
No one, nothing, would live a deprived life

What if man thought more about his next door neighbor?
More than how much money he’s about to make
Wouldn’t the world be a better place?