Thoughts

Thoughts are vile mosaics

incomplete yet pure

boasting of an addling color galore

and whimsies of an un-tethered kite,

midst winds of countless skies.

they make you believe, they are here to stay

as you cuddle in the comfort of their shade

they frolic in your disarray!

Just a bit scared

 

I  am just a little riddled

in the maze of  life,

looking for the light of love,

I am all alone now.

I am scared I'll never know,

the right way out.

I tried to close me eyes,

and forget you.

still would like to know

if you look at her

as you did at me,

I tell myself I don’t care enough,

but I guess it’s a lie

 cause its too much

to get lost in the moment of past,

cos I'm a fool still in love

I am so scared I’ll never know

any way out!

A stone's life

Picture courtesy: David Sokoh

bringing alive at touch,

the fresh nip of wind swims through the bare neck,

the dainty hair, along the skin ablaze

cringes and bumps along the follicle.

A rush of blood reminds of the tenderness I wear,

beneath lies a crumpled, worn, and withered, much smeared child

unmoved, un-clued, betrothed to a  funeral pyre,

disenchanted to the lovers muse

to the musk of sweat beneath my own breasts

I need a holy chant,

to bring me to the former painted face,

the acceptable picture of a chaste saint.

let me not feel alive, my pride aside I pray

for to live means to sin

at suncrests and dusks alike

awakening me deep inside

a nip of wind, your touch alike

unrests my shameful soul unaware

Another day

So long a summer's haze,
remind me the bliss of younger days,
unfold the memories of the times we walked by the waves,
step on a step in each other's embrace.
The future i scripted in innocent days,
little I knew of destiny's tormenting ways,
as it cruelly turned those dreams a waste,
so i try to fill your void space
 not caring for the tears that were dried away
yet another summer's haze and another salty wave
today it is just, another day.

Expectations

What will you ask of a sea?
A sea that you made from your own tears and sweat

What of the sky can you ask?
A sky that you cannot touch or see

Why do you pray to the gods?
Those that men have created

 What can you ask even of a dream?
It shows you a glimpse of those which never come true
And silently walks away