Category Archives: poetry

The wait

Wrong again

Made the wrong choice and several more after

Trapped in a bird’s cage

With wings unable to fly

Just left to fluttering agony

Drapped up in a dark cloak

Cover your face

The true emotions that tell

Put on a mask to please the crowd

Smile, wave, shout, smile

Courtesy

As you wait you die

Even after death had ate you up already

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Wishes

If wishes were birds

Then I would have flown

Soaring so high in the sky

Above the predators that gaze at me

But I remain on the ground

Travelling like an anxious passenger

On a slow moving bus along a weary road

Scared of the highway gentleman

But maybe some good has come of this

I mean-

It is me writing this poem

The black bra

It lay there

Sitting on the bed

left untouched for several days

The weather was cold

And so was it

The owner was somewhere,

 Out in the universe

The black bra had stories to tell

Many tales of complex relationships

Broken days and sullen nights

Sleepless heavy breathes

It was the useless observer-

The third party

To the passing nuisance of what was called life

A creature of random circumstances

Just like she, it’s owner

Soul workings

The soul searches

In deep ends

Edges blurred out with darkness

For spots of light

Desperation in complexities

To understand the workings

Of all which functions

In the realms beyond human understanding

Haunted

It haunts like a never ending plague

The stench of failure

Putrid and suffocating

Hounding like an ancient mad dog

Hysteria sings a song

As she began to sleep soundly in the heart

The hope lost was never of any existence

Haunted by the trees and breeze

Haunted by the whisper of a word

Chased by the songs of life

Which only plays a tune of melancholy

Sadness is never foreign where joy never was

Like daily bread

Being haunted was a regular norm

Asking the universe

When you try, try, try

But fail, fail, fail you get

What gives?

When the heart has no hope again

When you have swallowed enough hurt to last a millennium

Does your heart still move again

In trash you had found life

Where no one wanted your existence

Hatred, irrationality, pride,lies

Through it survival trives

But are you still human?

If you have no more life

When a walking shell you are

Trying to survive a lie

Banal illusion

A banal illusion was my love

In the darkness of the night-

I ran mad thinking of you

You,who I will never have

I have come to accept that now

But you had already left your imprints on me

Why!I yell in my mind;

Did I ever get to know you

Why! Did my heart lose its sense

Over a banal illusion

I drowned in the grandeur of something great

As my life was sucked up in thick mud

In my dreams you are my reality

And in my reality,you are a dream

An unaccomplishable wish

A sad sad banal illusion

Which I prayed was something more
The bold lines are taken from an actual quote by an anonymous source

Me

Brown powder on my face

Red on my lips

Brighten my skin

All for me

Through out my life

I had sought for peace

In places that were not for me

For I  had not beauty

I had not charisma

I had not anything sparkly

But I had me

Me, me, me

My existence on this planet

That might just be enough for me

But what if I want more

If I want to be-

Brighter!

Shiny!

Lovable!

Loved!

Different!

Charismatic!

Special!

But I remained just flawed

Me
This poem is kind of special to me because when I penned it down,i noticed that all the lines refer/point back at ‘me’.

Small

Small

Little,insignificant

We were made to feel this way

Powerless

If our nature be our fault

For when we always go wrong

Controlled

No reputation

Minute object without jurisdiction

If things truly change

Could it come quicker

Will the tides ever shift?

Our names faded

The images paint blood in my soul

My insignificance remains

Maybe a bit dramatized

But the concept is true

Unrestrained may be my thoughts

To flow from whatever source

When the mind decided to shut up no more

With a unique style

Different

Un proud yet unashamed

Insignificantly great

Small remains only in the mind that lies to itself

Asante sana,my beloved

The consumer

She eats up her sleep

Sucks away the darkness of the night

In the glow lays in a heap

untold stories of profound glory

Some might be a bit gory

But the joy of the conqueror lies strong

A tale in her eyes

Her eyes-

Browned with age but sparkling none the less

Her countenance solid

Yet she had no face

She had consumed her fears

And produced many things from it

The wrinkles give an image

Of beautiful life at play

Both past and to come

The power of a warrior

Embarking always on a sailors journey

With the destiny of an adventurer

Her voice became a song

A rhythm with so much melody

From her story comes the source of joy

Nothing was ever a vain cause

Space

I long for space

Where I can go be myself

Not contain what I truly feel,who I truly am

I crave for that longing to belong in someplace

Where I will be called a friend

And treated like a member

I want to be understood

To see someone hear me speak

And really listen

Nodding repeatedly without saying a word

Or much worse a criticism

A silent “I understand”

A simple approval

Transcends complexities, Community,communication,

I seek for a space

Never alone

Do not think you are ever alone

You are surrounded by the stars that glows

The rivers that forever flows

All of natures delightful wonder

The universe speaks to you at every moment

There is always companionship

Though you seem to be isolated

It tells of peace available when you look within

From the inside can the universe first be revealed

There is a friend in everything that grows

The plant and trees speak to you

They tell you to cheer up

There is great peace within you

The animals you see give a beacon of hope

You are not alone

Surrounded by all wonderful created things,you are

Happy hill


A house stood on the hill

Tall,dark and gloomy

It was just across the road 

That road was called happy hill

It lead to a rich estate 

Of simple minded and happy people

Only by mistake,

If you missed the road

Will you spot the house on the hill

Inside was as dark

The flowers outside had whithered and died

No one knew the occupants

To comprehend someone living in such horror was uncanny

So many preferred not to know

But it was also not known,that the house-

Was the original happy hill

Before it crossed over to the other side