Category Archives: poetry

Drunk Joker

People move along on their journey

In batches with mixed feelings

On each individual, written emotions.

brought about by moments of events.

 

He flaunts the jokes when drunk

to ease pain, that balances the blood pressure

It cracks, makes the belly expand

brings tears of laughter to the eyes.

 

He’s a joker who makes the

lips curve out in laughter,

that touches the eyes,

to bring sparks of light that

lightens up the mood

he turns night to daylight

with words filled with liquor

Jokes should be surreal , otherwise

considered as hurtful words.

 

Paint Me The Colors of Rainbow

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

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.

I Sing Praises To My Baby

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.

Muse of My Writing

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.