“Knock knock” “Knock knock” I fell out out of the long leather chair into the Persian rug that covered two third of our living room. Burnt air had filled my lungs in my sleep, I woke up on the rug with a tightness around my neck. The acrid smoke filled my throat. It was misty … Continue reading Slumber Diaries
Wake the king from his slumber The great black king is asleep Caught in a nightmare he never wanted to be He didn’t know he slept too deep When in his dreams he began to see Beneath the scope of his visions His eyes were wide open Aliens stole from his kingdom but He … Continue reading Wake up
DIZZY DAZZLE (written sleepily) Fiercely, ferociously, you’re pulling me Vehemently, voraciously, you’re hauling me Softly, subtly, I’m falling in Into this abyss, Losing to a kiss You say “Come to me You’ll find Home in me” Your love-drops drizzle You dazzle Me dizzy Lazily, laxily, I succumb Happily, heartily, You welcome –
The long silence was starting to feel uncomfortable, even in my semi conscious state, I felt something was wrong but I was just too tired to wake up…… Ah!!! I felt a sharp pain on my head only to look up at the face from which the knock had come from, his face beaten up … Continue reading Sleep
I’m angry at my weak body, now at the mercy of brain cells gone gaga and smarting, sleep-deprived eyes, all hurting with ferocity. Oh! I’m angry at a country of inept men, impotent at conquering darkness, stuck in the dark ages, leaving me at the mercy of machine-armed, unfeeling neighbors. And now I’m … Continue reading I’m Angry
Threading on the path of carelessness The only path that strays me from hurdles Lying in the hands of recklessness The hands that erases life shackles Drown in the sea of dizziness The sea that washes away my sanity I’m drunk I’m riding in the chariot of ecstasy Blind to the figures of intricacy Far … Continue reading Drunk!
The World is that kind of sleep, Everything is but a dream. Slowly, time puts us to sleep, Memories of never ending dreams. The world is that kind of sleep, Don’t want to wake up from your arms, Slowly, time puts us to sleep; I cherish your soft palms Grazing the world on my face, … Continue reading The World is That Kind of Love
T’was late last night when I went to sleep I’d been so worked up so I slept too deep I was oblivious of my phone’s “beep-beep” And I did not know someone’d come to peep He opened my door and in did creep He had no idea someone else’d been there Sitting cool and … Continue reading Night Guests.
“…..and I don’t even know what to do. She says she still wants to be with me but acts like she doesn’t. In fact, I’m just tired, tired of this whole….” So was I; tired of listening. Again, my friend, Segun had called me to regale me with stories of the intricacies of his love … Continue reading Being a good listener……
I saw your face through the fog, as step by step you walked towards me. Smitten I tried but could not move, till right before me you stood tall and elegant. You took my hands and looked in my eyes, crumbling the world beneath my feet – just with your look. Then you lowerd your … Continue reading I had the Strangest Dream…
The closing of the eyelids, The fluttering of their sight, They see all things in reverse, They wait for time to start. The nodding of their heads, You wonder, are they falling dead? The state of their mind, You wonder, are thy packing out? They slouch their backs, Releasing one or two farts, … Continue reading A Little Sleep
‘Knock, knock’… That was the sound that woke me up that morning. It was so gentle and soft yet loud enough to being me back from dreamland. At first I thought is was part of my dream but after a few more gentle knocks that sounded like the sound of a foam being hit on the mouth of a pot, a common musical instrument from the eastern part of Nigeria, I realised I had returned to the real world…
Like a depraved woman of the street
she comes at night
Though sometimes she may come in the day
She cajoles, she beckons
Making you abandon your projects
To go to bed with her
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It was a grey, cold Tuesday morning with more than a foreboding of rain. Fitting weather for the business of the day, Diran thought, as he stood in a long queue outside the gated compound. He looked beyond the wall at the hulking block of a building in which Stasis Solutions did its business; that … Continue reading The Little D