It emerges at the horizon
only after the rain storm
A promise of reconciliation with mankind
A reminder of faithfulness
blossoming into the seven spiritual semblance
emitting vitality, creativity, wisdom
wealth,self awareness, inspiration
the gift of them from the heavenlies
ripples of it spreads over the masses
I feel the urge to make it permanent
memory of it never to depart
Paint me the the colors of rainbow
to visualize the glamour everyday.
Yes! I may be stubborn
It has elevated me to the level
of freedom, achievements, goodwill
That’s not all, you can’t drag me down.
Yes! I may be stubborn
The enigma tagging
along with me backed off
I have become too heavy for them.
Yes! I may be stubborn
It has cast the light for me
upon the good and bad
so that I may thread invulnerably.
My cow dry as the desert
wont produce milk from the mammary glands
stares sadly staight into my eyes
mamma, I’m dry, I’m sorry
she tells me persistently
I worry for my baby, shame all over her
I think to myself in the power
of praise, shall their be life
I walk to cattle, talk into her ears
look into her eyeballs, rub her ears
everyday, pamper, cuddle her
feed her with the best green leafs
remind her of her beauty
her importance in my life
In my home, to my health
she sees the love in my eyes
It triggers sensitivity in her soul
chemistry of stimuli start to apply
in her body,
she starts to secret milk
gradually, slowly, with
increasing pressure everyday
my cow gets it constantly, in all vitality
never ceasing, for continuous growth
Power of productivity lies in the praise.
O! there goes my seeking gull
My muse, precious gem, carrier…
In disquietude I have waited
The world is too much to occupy
Inspiration fading into thin smoke
My mouth has gone sour
Heart beats, soaked in blood
Rythm of thirst in my throat
Fly, fly, fly…..
Sing songs of meditation
Into my belly, fill it with words,
Which inspires, Voices out from my mouth
Imprinted down without repetitions
I soar with you, recognizing the weight of encumbrance
Be damned, bonfire needless to say
Syncopation air flow the words into my being
whole I am again, my soul which grew dark
Is filled with songs of the wind
Deep into the sea, I find my bond
Gush out to the surface
Which flows back into my burnt hands
Concurrently I put down the writings
So that I can live again.
I am me
Sperm cells saw their course
Egg cells were introduced
They ran a race of life
Meeting to evolve into a form
Development inaugurated
My mother told me that I would be beautiful
My father told me that I woud be great
I blossomed in the belly
I couldn’t withstand the smallness within any longer
I told mother I was ready to face the world
She pushed me out in pain
I was scared but eager to see what awaits me
I saw strange faces with funny expressions
They had layers on it with different shapes
And I knew they were my parents
All I wanted to do
Was to emerge stronger
To face the fierce universe
To be profound in all ramifications
To be a scholar of great eminence
I am me
Grown into proportion
A stronghold to my generation
A conqueror in the age of consent
A shining star never to fade
Walls cannot stand against me
Authority in high places bow
A carrier of cognitive content
I am found.
EDDAZ 