NO FAIRY TALE

He was too impeccable,

but I was too crazed to care.

When he hugged me,

I got lost,

Lost in his embrace,

When he looked at me,

His eyes weakened me,

They seemed so loving so genuine,

That I couldn’t help but love him more,

His love was a lie of lust,

His kiss an unpardonable violation,

Because as I stayed true to him,

He played me with the rest,

To him,

I was only a remedy,

A remedy for his boredom,

So here I am,

Left with my tears,

Writing this pathetic poem,

About the loser I let in my heart,

The frog which remained a frog,

And refused to turn into a prince

HUNGRY

It is lunch time,

My mouth waters,

As my tummy growls an empty swirl,

Hungers stews inside my tummy,

Weak from lack of nutrients,

I ache for something to devour,

My mind goes on a trail,

At the thought of the sight of food,

how I will bump on it when it comes,

I walk past nearby restaurants,

My tummy rumbles even more,

My heart cannot let me pass this restaurant,

Oh the indulging aroma of fried onion,

I finally give way to my desire,

And as I collapse on the restaurant seat,

As the waiter takes my order,

I catch a glimpse of the empty table’s left overs,

As my eyes scan the restaurant,

Fork and knife at hand,

People are having their fills,

I cannot help but ask myself,

When my order will come,

I could as well demolish the left overs on the restaurant table.

THE BEAT OF MY FINGERS

As words pour on my sheet of paper,

I always wonder,

Where it is they are born,

How do they flow so simply?

In rhythmic arrays,

How does each vowel and adjective,

Know its place on my paper,

Whilst my fingers are rhythmically dancing,

To bring out clear outlines of how I feel,

I always wonder,

How this came to,

It is then that I realize,

That my heart,

Always holds my pen,

In every cadence that my fingers make

SLEEPLESSNESS

My mum advised,

That when I lose sleep,

counting sheep is what would help,

i gave it only one try,

but then when I reached the 30^th number,

I saw goats,

goats dressed in white,

and on top of this goats were monkeys,

monkeys riding on the goats,

then I saw a witch,

the witch,

she had a stick,

with which she pointed at me,

daring me to get close,

and then soon,

wild cats appeared,

meowing as if hungry,

hungry for milk,

the finale was when,

a gigantic man appeared,

with a face of a donkey,

and then I let out a scream,

my mum did come,

and that is when I learnt,

counting sheep is no good before you tuck in.

HATE THAT YOU KNOW

Being always right,

Is NOT always so cool,

It is good NOT to know,

When others DO NOT know,

The fun in not KNOWING,

Is that you will KNOW,

And you will get a bigger crowd of KNOW NOTS,

So then here is my advice,

If YOU know it all,

Just once now and then,

Pretend that you haven’t a clue.

And then you will find

To your great delight

That people will knock on your door.

And you won’t be alone

Alone with your brain

You’ll find that you have friends galore.

It is always good,

To NOT KNOW too much

MONEY TALKS

In this world where money talks

I need to know just why;

every time mine talks to me,

it always says

GOODBYE!

Leila

Our new baby,

Born with so much loveliness,

But afraid to open her eyes,

And smile to the world,

With no cry,

This baby invites everyone to hold her,

Her serenity is unexplainable,

Her beauty, so much joy to behold,

Now at three months,

Our new baby,

Is still peaceable,

With so lovely eyes that I see me in them,

How I adore,

This new bundle of joy

WEDDING IN HEAVEN

September 28th

Was to be their wedding day,

But then September 21st

A cruel man took away their young lives,

As their photos flashed on every T.V station,

Uncontrolled tears filled our eyes,

They had started looking so much alike,

That we almost mistook them for siblings,

,

,

Now lying cold in the morgue,

Are these precious lives

Our two love birds,

Who graced our lives with so much joy

With their smiles and laughter so contagious,

It is hard to contend,

The wedding that could have been,

Their life after the wedding,

Their children and grandchildren

Now dressed in their wedding attire,

Are our departed love birds,

With their preferred Décor in the church,

And there to be brides maids,

Dressed in their flowing bridesmaids dresses,

Their wedding is now in heaven,

Where peace and joy resides

Sleep well our dear love birds.

I SAW MAGNIFICENCE

The beautiful sunrise shone on me today,

The fresh breath of air caressed my nostrils,

As the wind, whispered on my ear,

Congratulations you are alive…

The birds of the air,

Reminded me,

That I could hear,

With the melodious serenades they honored me with,

The angelic butterflies,

Flew past me,

With a reminder that I could see,

How bountiful l the world I am in is,

And how blessed and favored I am,

To have seen this day,

As I walked by the park,

And sat on the canopied grass,

I watched as the trees,

Dance,

Dancing to a tune they only knew,

In my perspective I thought,

They danced salsa and went on to rhumba, 

As the sunset approached,

They retaliated to salsa,

With every move they made,

I saw radiance,

Radiance that is unlimited,

The sun finally went down,

How magnificent it looked,

As it got covered by the clouds,

Inviting the dazzling shining stars,

The moon came out too,

How salient it looked,

As it shone so radiantly to light every dark corner,

Slowly I retraced my steps,

Back to my cozy bed,

As sleep took my hand,

To another land,

Full of tranquility and splendor

ABANDONED

I face the window staring,

Staring as the raindrops hit at my window,

Lost in thoughts,

I pray and wish,

That you fly by this night,

With a message of your arrival,

In this darkest hour,

Emptiness fills my heart,

An unfathomable wishing makes my heart ache,

Aching at your abandonment,

Questions, I ask why you left,

Leaving with no good bye,

Forever more I shall be waiting,

Waiting for the day you return.

THE LADY MY MOTHER

I have not seen a woman,

So generous,

Even in lack,

So hardworking,

Even when weary,

So fine-looking,

Even at 50,

So strong,

Even in sorrow,

So hopeful

Even in despair.

May all this,

Never fade away.

Your legacy will live on,

Sweet   mama

REFUSING TO GET UNSHELVED

Hiding at the top most shelve of my brain,

Is the Formulae I put in this this morning.

I tried so desperately to pull it out,

But it unheeded to all my pleas.