Dear son, When today comes and yesterday has become the chirping of birds, Do remember that those rags here are golden chambers, silver linen for some generations yet unborn. Do not follow this popular saying that there is light at the end of every tunnel and if they say, ask them, What colour God wears. … Continue reading All Tunnels, Son!
Imagine you are invited to this gathering, Beaming of smiles and anything cunning. Then you are asked to pick of pots, one of tens when without opening lids cannot guess which is happiness and one you can switch. Each of all you ponder can’t bewitch witch and she closed her eyes over the shining each, … Continue reading Love
There are seven days in a tree… It takes a thousand trees to make a plank and to make me will be log, long long like a million days and a million time? Maybe when I become me, a table, I c a n s p e a k If men are mightily built… A … Continue reading My life as a Table
Yesterday, someone says he knows my attitude as it can be likened to the flying birds. Not just birds, But those ones that hovers to destroy with no guilt. He said I have the weirdness of whirling wind that within seconds steal hearts with all beauty it has and for life it travels wide and … Continue reading Yesterday
The peel of banana will reveal the sealed meal that the story of your younger days will only thrill the sky who misses the presence of rainbow after it has rained high and rained low. The peel of banana will reveal the sealed meal hidden in the basement of their thoughts and steal the world … Continue reading Banana Peel
I once had courage like a day year old child, Seas and oceans are like rolling tyres. I once thought that I have come of age and this prompted me not to hide from waters which flows like fierce fire. If I care about what today says, I wouldn’t dare rock the sea for what … Continue reading Courage
For many passed years, winter and soluble tears, I have battled fears, sweet scar and gullible stares. For many sorrowful months, I avoid a suicide note In my doubtful thoughts, a pack of pride I wrote That there is a meaningful life at least after death And several scornful strive sailed seeming shelter shirt. For … Continue reading Suicide Note
This morning, I saw a owl perch On the backyard of my soul But it was a murmur that woke me up from that slumber. It perched and promised hope Until no, I lost the count of soap; Those clerics preached water will, Flowing water will devour… It was another morning and I was a … Continue reading Owls
Let’s talk about our hands Waiting in stance to mock our innocence. We stretch wide and pluck unripe oranges And dropped the ripe cashew in the waste bin. We are all coined images, Farther, Nearer And we open our mouth to the leaking roof. Don’t you know all belching mouth is not full And the … Continue reading Our Roof Is Leaking
LAW OF GRAVITY When I was a little kid, I learned about gravitational force. I hoped one day I can be a source Planting seeds and reaping the field When I was a man, I learned about gravity. I heard it can move mountains, moods and insanity. Is this gay a man, a man or … Continue reading Law Of Gravity
I’m from the slum, mouka, and water bed I have eaten rice but loves garlic and vinegar I’m a pole, a pillar and a thriller, I stand in between life and its struggles I tried separating combats upon fields of nought I’m a hole, a sole of many souls. I’m the tune innumerable ears dances … Continue reading Life
If you think your tenor is high, Like the Arabian soldiers Sing and try singing forward March! I have praised your inequality ‘with the sea, sea waves, waves of the whirling forest. I have melted with the gay appearance, And disappearance of your always beaming teeth. I have called you! Called you! At least but … Continue reading You Left
I’m the much said war That invaded the wry Erring hearts of men But h i sole hand of rain holds heavy punches I am war But war also cry.. #ChildProdigy
SUNSET Don’t ask why these toes move slowly This beautiful feces stinks and I; am chained here. In the middle of this conversation men calls wilderness. There are two sides to the beat of this drum And I dance – dance towards the Y, why? With this left leg and left legs, We sing – … Continue reading Sunset
Don’t tell them you saw me, That Pebble, that hole, That tattered skirt. I’m that unclad child you called home. Don’t tell them you saw me….