SAD CLOUD

Today I am a cloud,

sitting on the air,

in my white balloon dress,

which I prefer than grey.

I’m drifting to the west,

away from rising sun,

wind seems a bit too happy,

he’s blowing me away-

Pushing me right,

then pushing me left,

pushing me left of right,

then pushing me right of left,

For sure am torn apart,

by all this fidgeting.

And in this sunless- cold,

I feel a bit alone.

In the midst of this expanse

It’s solitude I feel.

Am but a little cloud,

standing above a hill,

sadness turns me grey,

And I start tearing down.

11.3.2020

It Could Kill You.

Nature is a love,
Vulnerable yet true,
Delicate like rose petals,
Rare like the sighting of a bat at daytime,
Or the night jar at at day break.

Nature is the brilliance of sunrise,
The magnificence of sunset,
It’s the gentle breeze on a hot summer,
And tender grass under a toddler’s tiny feet.

It’s the lover’s love –
One he sought for years,
Till one day it showed up,
Much like an eclipse –
It was there, it was true,
It was beautiful then did fade.

Nature is the angry tide,
That broke the sandy castle,
Ran down with wicked waves,
It’s the fault line lakes which broke banks,
Submerged the villagers’ villages,
Took their territories.

It’s a dreadful tsunami,
Which packs up homes, lives, cities,
Leaving an indelible mark,
As that of a wildfire,
Though it brought up good shoots,
For the gazelles to graze,
Still killed the slow serpents,
And beasts that couldn’t escape.

So nature is a love,
That burned, drowned,
Yet also warmed, and gave life,
And it will kill you,
If it so pleases.

05.2020

Squishy or Not Squishy


We were sitted on red stools,

in the middle of the kitchen,

when a tiny crawling beast,

Scuttled right across the floor.

It was black and brown and grey,

with a little touch of red,

its head was quite unusual,

covered with a tad of fur.

“Will you step on it?” I asked

“No, I cannot, it is squishy”.

“It’s not squishy,” I deferred.

So, he kicked it out the door.

It went spinning on the ground,

hit the wall then passed out there.

For a while we thought it died,

Till it rose and sneaked away.

13.1.2020

Conquistador

Once upon a time,

Before you came to be,

You were merely one-

You were two.

You were ‘strangers in love’,

Or so I like to think,

They might unfamiliar be,

Or a family.

You raced for life’s dear sake,

Before you had a fit pair-

A fit pair of feet

Even with a tail- You did not tail

The marathon was packed

There were no given rules

No fair play after ‘the play’

But you won still.

You were small,

You were weak,

You ran that race,

You won the race.

Let that race define you,

Here is your medal!

From the very beginning,

You were a conquistador.

16.12.2020

Fighter Girl


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She stays awake at night,
Fighting off sleep,
But it’s not sleep she’s fighting,
It’s all her demons,
And those cold blooded spirits
That have threatened to take her out,
They have often frozen her,
Crumpled her body together,
Stiffened her entire frame,
Caused her heart to beat fast,
As though it were trying to run.
They have abandoned her,
Like a cold stone sculpture,
Shaking under tumultuous attacks
Weak as a sick dame
From all the troubling.

But tonight she almost won,
She kept her eyes open,
Blazed her torch in the darkness,
Whenever she felt it coming,
She let her little light shine,
Her eyes wide open,
Tonight she almost won this war,
But sleep threatened to take her,
And so did the demon,
He strangled her again,
Stiffened her thin weak frame,
And she screamed my name out,
I got there and it was already too late,
For it already paralyzed her,
To speechlessness,
Her heart was racing,
Her eyes were faint,
Her arms were weak,
And when she regained sanity,
She asked only for a kiss.
And her body shook slightly.
As her eyes opened up again,
And she said she couldn’t sleep alone.
But let’s not forget
She fought the whole night,
Tried to get away,
And she almost did win,
For it was three when it snatched her
Right before the crack of dawn,
Before the dark of night disappeared,
I pray she overcomes,
That one day,
Her Lord will rescue her.

19.1.2021



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I have an issue with how you handle issues,
Especially when they’re anthills made into mountains,
I’ve tread the ground of loving you for a while now,
And part of you was like walking on eggshells,
I have had for you a carefree love, a forgiving one,
One that remembers not all the heartaches,
One that buries mistakes,allows them lie with their father,
And I have chosen to put on love as an amour,
Against every flaw of yours, against every mistake.

But you…
Have you not handed your fears all control?
Have you not given them your very birth right?
They roam this palace which is you,
Giving orders here and there,
Stopping love and her witty projects,
Some am certain are here to stay.
You have let fear control,
There is no love in fear.

You’re afraid that you’ll become like him,
And I’ll become like her,
That you might suffer in solitude,
While I carry on alright.
Such selfish desires!
Are you not afraid that we’ll make a bad couple?
Are you not scared to death that you’ll be henpecked?
Because to you, a strong-willed woman is intimidating,
But do you want a weak woman in your life?
Do you want a slave, who waits for your orders,
What is it you really want?

You professed of my beauty,
Called me a rare find,
One that you’d never find in others,
But every time you feed your fears,
I feel you’re choosing them over love,
Over and over again, everyday, every now and then,
Giving in to our differences,
Like where our personalities collide,
And how your opinions feel forgone,
Are they certainly forgone?

So I sit and wait,
For the Lord to lead,
For I too have failed,
I’ve been unable to focus in this war,
I’ve begun to stagger in despair,
My heart keeps worrying,
And the confidence I have in us,
Dwindles like a drying lamp,
I don’t know love without Love,

Maker of the universe,
Won’t you speak to me too,
If we need to take time,
Please let me hear you I plead,
For I need less of this,
And more of your will revealed,
And if this may be for fading,
Like season into season,
Keep my heart yet prepared,
That I might not freeze in winter’s cold.

26.6.2020

TODAY

Darkness breaks in uninvited
Unexpected as a dust devil
Sky, gone.
Clouds an inky black,
Yet another day rolled over.

As sun vacates her place,
Like the fading glam of youth,
A faint wick.
Small- the glow of moon,
A new ruler  now enthroned.

Tomorrow being conceived,
Lays in the womb of sky,
Little kicks.
Restless clouds depart,
Rumbling clouds in distress labor.

When her water breaks,
So does Daybreak’s glow,
Brilliant rays.
Morning joy is here.
Another sun begotten.

26.10.19

Her Hair Is A Forest

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Her hair is a forest,
like the decorated Congo.
Its roots are deep and strong,
it has highlights on its tips.
Its thick like a Savannah,
and it’s darkened like the night.
It emulates a fur ball
once you smoother it with oil.

It doesn’t much resemble
all the silky heads I’ve seen,
It tangles like a sheep’s wool,
on its olive-scented scalp.
Its curls are like cold noodles,
and it’s bun is very messy –
at times I think her hair’s
no common hair at all.

15.10.2020

A September Love

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When mornings grew chillier,
And the air grew mistier,
Grass blades had gathered dew,
And the short rains begun.

They met and quickly fell
In love ‘fore they could tell,
Words were said,
Promises new made.

To the mall they went,
To the cinema halls,
Merry were the days,
Cheery the chilly days.

And while the short rains lasted,
No they did not last,
Thus much their days of love,
Before the sun dried all.

25.9.2020

The Rise of The Tree Trunks

No one would have known,
That eventually they would  strike,
Their plan was underway,
Ready to be unveiled.
You could tell they were angry,
It’s something they anticipated,
Something they had to do.

Forget the Mafia, they were disguised
Unlike our armies, they didn’t need armour
They needed not a commander,
The anger each one had,
Was enough to rile them up,
Fire them throughout,
As long as the war would last.

Right before they attacked,
The clouds were sagging low,
Hanging out here an there,
Spread out everywhere,
The weathermen predicted a storm.
It’s when our kind ran outside,
To get this and that,
Food, milk, candles, and pills,
Before they’d lock themselves up,
In their cosy wooden structures,
And wait for the storm to pass.

Just then, when Anna was heading back,
When Marcus was cycling home,
Just before the woman sold her last onions,
And the milkman packed his milk tanks,
Right when Justin alighted the bus,
Then, our kind was scattered around,
Rushing to get home.
That’s when it all began.

First there were shadows, long dark shadows
The kind you see in a rainforest,
When strolling in the evening light.
There was one, two, three, four, more and more,
Suddenly, they came out of the shadows,
Where they had been hiding,
And began to strike.

The mighty Trunks,
You could tell they were but stumps,
Saturated with water and dirt,
Rising up to the height of the clouds,
Old stumps in agony,
Over days lost to humans,
Over happiness snatched away,
And the beauty of sunshine,
Oh how the had adored sun!
If only our kind knew it,
They probably wouldn’t…
But they had and it was too late,
Man had taken the lives of The Trees,
Slaughtered them one by one,
Massacred them heartlessly,
And watched them cry to death,
Till they had no more sap left,
They left their homes  abandoned.
Leaving them with but one choice-
To take revenge.

The weatherman was right about the storm,
Though it’s not rain that fell that day,
It was The Tree Trunks.
They fell among the crowds,
Across the roads and stopped the cars,
They stroke apartments which  crumbled down,
People died, some were maimed,
Homes were broken into,
Everything turned upside down,
The earth had come to a stop,
For a moment there,
The Trees rejoiced,
Our kind mourned,
A transaction of pain.

29.4.2020