I feel the vibrations of a shifting reality from directions all around, calling out a warning as the foundation crumbles down . A vast chasm of darkness, held temporarily out of view, quickly now emerges, my fate lies ready to reveal. From the depths of this ebony cavern, there come the whispers of my name….
Night sky.
The fire is dead, The ember is gone, Lying down, Staring at the night sky, Looking into the stars, I close my eyes. With your hand, Inside mine. Our hearts entangled, Together with unfathomable, And Forever love.
A Stitch
A needle and thimble My fingers do tremble For I took them out After much preamble Will I remember a stitch I learnt a decade and a half ago? Threads of silk Veins of cotton Skeins of varying colors To begin this journey I need to dig through my box That needs to be stocked!…
In-Sync
I don’t want a relationship, I want a happy life; I don’t want to be a girlfriend ‘cause I want to be your loving wife. I don’t want depression, neither any sort of expensive thing; Just your truest affection and a cute little wedding ring. Don’t be too quick to ask me out or even…
Glowing
She is a celebration of colour and metal. bright eyes pulled wide and heavy with paint her decorated skin rising with the crowd she is glowing she is wild. She is a riot of shining, skinny limbs black hair framed by the pulse of arterial red her proud, bold, loud lips pushing boundaries she is…
Secluded.
If only we could choose the Days of woes Possibly sometimes snooze the trouble that follows. Every time I fall I stay still, like a doll Nothing to hold onto Not even a wall. I rage in silence If not the blood hence, I fight with no purpose, So I lose, Only through my defense.
I Bequeath
Stars shine the brightest, Now all have lost their glow! Honey tastes the sweetest, Now even a drop gives me a bitter blow! Once I preferred the company of extravagant beauties, All I now see is a heavy dosage of vanity! Glamour, Splendor, Lavishness, All these things gave me pleasure as I grew, Now purely…
Voice of an Expat
The smell of boiling rice from the kitchen reminds me of you Ma, Now I’m recalling the times we sat together And how you served us lunch from the little you cooked. Coming home to this fancy apartment in the rain reminds me of our little house, You and I going around fetching pots to…
As an African child.
As an African child I crawled on my mama’s arms Searching for an imaginary house Which bore me with a fancy view Of the passing clouds upon my head. As an African child I jumped many times of seeing the clown Who laughed and cried Making jokes Acting an excellent spy With many children in…
Awaiting death
The blazing fire did not seem bright As darkness was closing in It seemed to take its own pace As it was not in haste Some find that grateful Yet, it wasn’t so for the one by the chair For the one gazing into the fire Wished that darkness fell soon For, he found darkness…