A writer’s mind is like a glowing bulb, Electrified by what it feels, If it feels, thoughts flow like a river Nile, With a tool of silence, they are mine. In simple words, it comes [...]
Apr 152011
Inomah, Charles
Mar 042011
DESPERADO’S ITCH Its’ morning, Yet my mind sleeps, Wallowing down the pit of uncertainty, Drowning in an ocean of unknown fate, Flooded by episodes of yet unfulfilled desire, Longing it transpires.
Feb 102011
A precious gem that glitters bright
Never spotless buried in the dark,
Just as a star twinkles in the sky
Your beauty stands out in a crowd,
Dec 192010
My fall is not a loss but a forbidding field to graze on and so I must forgo its bitterness and forge ahead with no frights. It is a time to brace up for my [...]