You Think...

You Think...

What is dark? What is bitter?

You think you know them.

Darkness, is not the absence of light,

It is another world, another realm.

You only stand with your back towards the light.

A long journey needs to be made,

To reach its heart.

You stand at the cusp of light and darkness.

Some have lived their life in the void,

And now the demons,

That once tormented them,

Have they befriended.

Do the incubus and the succubus live with you?

Have you heard voices inside your head?

Have you been overcome by the spirits of darkness?

Have they made you dance to their will all your life?

Do they twist and turn your body,

Wringing your neck, making you curse?

You think you know darkness.

To how many vices have you been addicted?

There is much that cannot be stated here.

It is a black hole, this darkness,
It's calm, silence pulls you towards it,
Until you reach its core,
And choas is all there is.

Step back into the light my friend.

If you knew darkness, bitterness,

Anger and wrath,

You would have bowed down before me.

No Problem!

No Problem! 

One day,

Love will find its way,

Like the droplets of rain trickle down,

From the glass,

Onto the sill of the windows and gather,

Only to run down again,

Making the wood wet and swollen.

So too will you swell with love one day.

Love will awaken you,

When you are sitting on your favourite chair,

Sipping coffee,

And the outside of your hands

 Stop your tears from falling onto the floor,

Making you realise you miss him.

Love will hit you hard,

As a tornado does an orchard,

Curling up your strong trees into its vortex. 

Ravaging you completely,

Leaving you battered and bruised.

Yes!

That is what love does.

It fills you up with its intoxicating air,

Leaving you mesmerised and longing for that person.

But hey,

No problem.

You still haven't known love yet.

Yet I do pray,

That like a bolt of lightning, 

It strikes you.

Like a giant wave,

It turns you over,

And shows you a new life.

A life of love.

Fly Him Away!

Fly Him Away

Fly him away sweet love of his,

They have clipped his wings.

Heartless monsters prise his flesh apart,

Through which they manducate at his bones.

A rope have they set around his neck,

Limbs dismembered, mind entangled in their fingers,

He will soon breathe his last.

Fly him away on your angelic wings,

Wait not for the time,

When to colloquy, becomes loathsome,

When to love, becomes a crime.

Cogitation to breathe is quelled by dismalness.

Though he becomes a corse evanescible, 

His asseverations will echo in every inch of her veins,

Till in the next life their love is sublime.

That Drug! That High!

That Drug! That High!

He sees things they say aren't there,
He hear voices that are clearer than theirs.
Faces that do not belong near him,
Bodies that are unique.
They said its a condition.
He now call it a blessing!

He took the road of being high all day once,
To make the faces disappear,
To silence all the voices.
They wonder why he's  so quiet.
He still fight those voices, those faces.
And those demons too that trouble him.
They put ugliness to shame.
They gnarl and snare at his head,
They alter his thoughts with their sweet voices.

Not a drug had he left unattended.

He was named 'The Chimney',

"Boss, try this new one!"
 He did them like there was no tomorrow.
He would lay in ruins every night,
Burning his earnings in smoke.

Yes he quit it! All on his own.

Its all the mind, in that 'condition',

Its all in your will.

He has seen many faces,

Beautiful and angelic.

Yet when he sees her face,

She gives him that same high.

She is that drug he's been waiting for,

That eternal high he craves.
He looks at her and his eyes are crimsoned,
She rolls not only her eyes but a joint for him as well.

He sniffs her scent and it shoots to his mind,
Making him beg for more.
Will he be left wanting, craving?
Will she satiate his soul?
Will she come and take him away,
From these demons, from these voices,
To the place they are meant to be?
Or will she run away like they all did?

Wait!

Wait!

Every tick of the clock is an eternity,

In that eternity are many lifetimes.

And in every lifetime are countless moments,

That is what they feel without each other.

That is the extent if their love.

She has been faithful to him,

Waiting these eternities.

A line of suitors is a begging, 

Yet her love for him abides. 

His hands and feet are tied,

His mouth bound by his predicaments.

"Wait," he begs her.

"For the tides are still high."

She turns away, thinking he lies again.

For all he has given her are his words.

Words that she cannot build upon.

Yet these words are all he has.

They are pieces of his soul,

The soul that longs to be with her.

He struggles and battles his circumstances,

Hoping she will wait,

For true love knows no bounds,

Of time, of faithfulness. 

He Lives To Hear The Winds...

He Lives To Hear The Winds...

The winds howl from between the trees. The leaves play a drumroll before slapping his face. He sits alone on a desolate island. Lost to the world. Lost to his love, his Queen, the Queen of the world. Cleopatra would shy away from her beauty. 

She has travelled to a far land. A land that flows with milk and honey. She sits on her majestic throne, surrounded by her loyal subjects. There is an abundance of food and wine, of laughter and happiness. Yet her heart is weary, for it beats for a man not of her stature. A man who loves her passionately, yet cannot be with her. It is a test of his love she tells herself. And though she commands the world and it's gods, they do not bring tidings of him to her. The gods are enraged at him for not loving the Queen like he should, like the Queen deserves to be.

The island he is stranded at is at the edge of the world where all is in chaos. Many a times has he tried to escape it, but the tides throw him back onto it's beach. He even built a raft, but the god of lightning struck it, burning it to ashes.

He is clothed in the skins of the animals which tried to kill him. Creatures that he had never seen before. He fights a new monster every day with his bare hands. There was one with eyes all over, with many hands and horns. He killed it, plucking out its eyes one by one. In that battle, the creature wrapped it's poisonous tongues around his hands and feet, leaving them green and blue. The poison is creeping all over and soon it will be the end of him.

He now limps around the island, eating the leaves and berries if they allow him to. For they are controlled by the gods. These gods do not kill him, nor do they let him off the island. Death, they say, will be a relief for him.

It either rains hail on the island, battering and bruising his body, or the sun scorches down, making smoke rise from his skin.

They gods do wonder though, why he doesn't end his life. Every day he attempts to flee the island and fails. His health and strength deteriorates with each step, every battle. Yet he is unnerved.

What the gods do not realise in their anger, is his love for the Queen. He lives for the winds to bring her tidings, a word to strengthen him, to tell him of her love. But the winds only bring her tempestuous words, which tell him of how fatigued and spent she is of waiting, of what she thinks are his lies.

He hears the winds, for atleast they bring her voice to him, though furious and displeased it may be. The sole purpose of his existence, of him battling the gods, the elements and monsters is, to hear her voice. He lives to hear the winds...

A Beautiful Angel!

A Beautiful Angel!

A Beautiful Angel crosses my path.
With tresses black, kissing her fair skin,
She eyes me over and over.
I wish not for her attention to end.
Though in my heart I know,
She is royalty!
And I a pauper.
Is she not fitting for all the riches in the world?
Yet these riches do not interest her.
Does she not put all beauties to shame?
Still her humility is boundless.
I would gladly serve her till my last breath,
And be by her side forever.
She has kept crossing my path since,
Igniting a love for her which abounds.
I do not wish to tell her of my turmoils,
For she should only know happiness.
My heart wants to hold her hand,
Till the pulsation in our hands screams,
Deafens us with the profession of our love,
And that is all we hear till infinity.
In a state of disappointment is she,
Her wings have become heavy with pain,
Receiving not the love she has merited.
How shall I explain to her, my beloved,
That I am hers till the end.
Rest assured O Beautiful Angel,
Soon the thirst of your heart shall be drenched.
Rest assured O Beautiful Angel,
I shall come to take you one day,
When I have built our chateau!

Come To Me!

Another mistake have I made,

Yet again have I faltered!
A rudderless ship I sail,
With a stormier sea than before!
A scent do I breathe,
That fragrance do I so well know.
Through the splashing of the waves,
The thunder and lightning,
The drumroll of the rain,
I hear a voice I have long known,
Its melody does invigorate me.
"Come to me," he said says!
I look around and see him,
Flying high above the dark clouds.
His wings larger, his light brighter!
He guides me through the storm,
Battling endlessly with the hail and the wind,
He beckons to me.
"Have I not taught you my son,
My God is bigger than all storms?
Do you not remember you are my son, a fighter?
These storms ate me not, and neither will they you!
Fear not for I am with you!
You are my child, my fruit.
My God will protect you, wherever you go.
My light will guide you, my voice will lead you!
Be not dismayed, for I am with you until,
You too receive that coveted crown,
And join me here in His Paradise!"
He flies away through the clouds,
Making them separate.
The warmth of the sun rests,
On my drenched body.
My Lord, my Liege,
I thank you!
I see the shore,
My home, for now my Paradise!

Soon It Will Be Mother's Day!

Soon It Will Be Mother's Day!

Yes that day of the year,

Surely comes to us near.

Where accolades and salutations,

Are showered with resolutions.

To honour the most important woman,

God has bestowed in our humble lives.

She may be strict and scolding at times,

Yet bore you she in her womb for nine!

Imagine then the pains of labour,

The life which grew inside her,

Comes out now with anger.

She nurses, nurtures and cuddles,

Her child, her world, her all.

She cooks and cleans and earns,

Yet only a day she is given.

And not a dime for being a mother,

The toughest ask on this earth!

Wait not for that day my fellows, 

For everyday she deserves love and honour.

Everyday should be her day, 

Lest the rest of your days be,

An aftermath of pains, sorrows and regrets!

And remember this my friends, 

No act of yours will repay all that she has done,

Not in a hundred lifetimes.

I pray may you not find yourself asking,

What if I had done this.... for her?

My Liege! My Lord!

My Liege! My Lord!

Though not long it has been,

Centuries to me it seems.

To say without thee life is impossible,

Is a infinite belittlement!

Yet O Father,
Thou watchest over me,

Over thy kingdom.
Thy God still protects us. 

Thy spirit still rides the tamed beasts,
And flies freely in the skies high.

I stand here today at thy resting place,
And swear an oath to thy dust.
No harm shall befall thy kingdom my Liege!
Life's tempests may roar the loudest,
Yet I shall honour and protect those that are thine,
Till the last drop of crimson.
There may come foes new and old,
I shall roar like thou taught me to,
I shall win every battle with thy grace and blessings.
For to emulate thee,
Is not that which I can transort if I wished to.
My sole ambition is and will be,
To let thy Legend live on,
To let thy kingdom prosper,
To protect thy lineage with my blood!
For thou art greatness My Liege!
For thou art magnanimity my Lord!

Know!

Know!

Try as hard as you can my love.

Deny as much as you want to,

But know this for an infinite truth,

That when you look in the mirror,

You see yourself wrapped in me.

When you close your eyes to sleep,

You wish to dream,

 Of showering your love on me,
Of wanting to break free,
From all the norms and taboos,

And wanting not to awake,

From the sweet pain of slumber.

Know that when you awake, 

You want to see my face and smile.

For you know I am a keeper.

With all the differences two can have,

You know I will always be,

There by your side,

When you grow old and weary.

When your bones have given way,

And when talking about our past,

Will not hurt so much,

For we will be holding our hands tightly,

Knowing only death can do us part!

Speak!

Speak!

Speak, she says to me,

Talk of your love for me.

For once we spent hours doing so.

And now there is a silence!

Yet my words scream out my love.

Can you not hear them,

In the sound of the keys you type?

Can you not listen to,

The wind hitting against your window?

For it carries my words with it, 

The wind.

Hear my proclamation, Beautiful!

In the sound of the heels you wear,

And hear the breeze blow when you smile.

But most importantly my love,

Hear your heart skip a beat,

When you see me, when you think of me.

You have shunned me away.
All that I had is lost,

So too the little sanity I once acquired.
Yet I hope to gain,
You and your love.

And find me you will, waiting here,

Speaking words you may never hear.

Bury Me There!

Bury Me There!

The Land YHWH has promised,

The Land of olives, of milk and honey.
The Land where The Messiah hath walked.
The Land of orchards, of gardens and figs,
The Holy Land of Your Prophets Lord.
The Land where the sweet rivers flow.
Where King David played to please you,
Where King Solomon built Your House.
Bury me there my brothers and sisters.
What more can I ask,
What more honour can I desire.
Bury me there O Thou Great Jehovah!
Let me fight for Thy Chosen Ones,
Let me be their servant,
Let me shed my sweat and blood for them,
Let me be Thy slave Adonai!
Hear my prayer O Elohim!
How can I not love Thy Land?
How can I not be a slave to Your people?
Is it not from King David's line,
That The Messiah hails?
The world rejects them,
As it did Your Son The Messiah.
Have mercy on them Lord!
Let Zion be blessed my Lord!
Let all those who love it be blessed!
Shower it with Your Mercy and Love!
May its rivers flow with milk and honey!
May the birds, the creatures find rest in it!
May Your people be blessed forevermore!
May they be a beacon to others!
And may it come to pass,
What You have planned for Jerusalem!

In K-Town

In K-Town

This, my city, what they now call K-Town,

Is where you and I grew up sweeheart.

It is this city, where our childhood's memories are.

I'm walking on that famous beach,

The 'chai-wala' blares out to me,

The kids, run around, shouting for joy.

I tread on these sands, I see its grey and white,

Stuck on to my feet,

And I hope one day we will hold onto each other,

The same way,

As coarse as I may be like this sand.

I walk these streets,

I drive my busted up car around this city.

Passing by those places you....

But wait, was I not with you just now,

In your new, distant land?

There where law is supreme.

There, no power lines are seen. 

There where the sun shines brighter,

Though not brighter than you.

Where a river flows through your city,

And we walked its streets,

Unafraid, clinging onto each other,

Holding onto our love.

Yeah, I'm in K-Town,

The camel on its beach nearly runs over me.

This city I shall soon abandon,

As you did me.

No I will not travel to you,

Nor am I saving up to,
For near you I may be,

But long distance never works.
Has the new, clean air you breathe polluted you?

Yeah, l am in K-Town.

They Said 'I Do'

They Said 'I Do'

Dressed in white and grey,

They utter those celestial words.

Words which now bind them,

Words which they longed to say.

Their smiles tell of the delight,

Their hearts feel right now.

Yes, they too are human and nervous,

Though larger than life they will always be.

Through many trials have they been.

Many proscriptions have they bravely broken.

He, a man of class and fervour,

She, dainty, sweet and loving.

Their love resounds in the heartbeats of those they love.

Their humility knows no bounds.

Tis how one should always love,

And show the world how it is done.

I have seen them laugh,

I have seen them teary-eyed,

And today, with mere words,

I wish to honour them,

My brother of old,

And my sweet sister of new.

May The Almighty shine His love on you,

May His blessings on you be bountiful!

Thank you for evincing true love.

To those who have lost hope in love,

Love is God, Love is our parents,

Love is our better half,

Love is surely Shallum and Areeba!

The Magic of You..

The Magic Of You..

Endless times have I explained to my heart,

Love is not its game.
Still it drinks of you,

Of your walks, of your smiles.
Of the way your hair,
Caressed the air when it blew.
Of the way your feet,
Barely touched the grass.
Fearing of ruining it,
You floated.
Of that mood changing smile,
The sun waited on,
So it could shine brightest!

And yet again, I'm high on you!

Reliving that afternoon intoxication,

I had once reprimanded.
How can I not be drunk,
Of your matchless beauty?
The stars follow your steps.
The glades of grass and flowers,
Tilt their heads towards you,
As your fingers touch them,
Trying to grasp your proliferating scent.
Let me drink myself to ecstasy,
Let me be high on her!
If there be a stronger gin,
A sweeter wine, bring me it.
For these lips are the only,
That I find sacchariferous.
Yea, tis the magic of her,
The magic of my goddess.
I see my perforated soul,
Becoming anew,
When your gaze sets upon me.
Without her I am tenebrific,
She is the beacon of my being.

Forty Days

Forty Days

Forty days since you passed,

Feels you'll shout out my name.

Where you are, now, I want to be,

A world of gold cannot buy an embrace.

They say its for mourning, 

These forty that went by,

A day like a lifetime.

Are these forty enough,

To mourn you?

Or will my heart cease to pain,

When tomorrow's sun shines?

Will I not hear the silence deafening?

Will I not crave another fight?

Its written that death has lost its sting,

For you walked your walk in God.
And to be where you are,
I will need to be more like you.
A man of steel.
A man who loved his family,
Giving up the world for it.
A man who worked hard, doing his part,
Leaving the blessings to God's will.
To be like you is a tough ask.
You did it,
And so shall I,
For you are in me,
Your offspring.
And a fighter like you am I.
Look, words like you I write,
And obviously, you were better,
My man of steel!
I think at peace am I knowing,
You are where you deserve to be!

From The Cradle To This Moment!

From The Cradle To This Moment!

You have formed me in my mother's womb,

My pieces you have put together.

Many times have I rejected You,

Yet Your Love always abounds.

These sinful lips and hands,

Speak and write to praise You,

Lord, God Almighty,

My Father, my Creator, my Refuge.

You are The One, The Only One,

Who has understood this child.

And provided more than his needs,

Things he did not deserve.
From the jaws of death have You rescued me!
All words fall short of praise,
Immeasurable is Your Greatness!
O Omnipotent! God of my father,
Bless me as you blessed him.
O YHWH! The Provider of my mother,
Love me as you love her!
You have lit up my path in the darkness,
Your Hands engulf me from harm.
Guide me, O Great Teacher,
As You have from the cradle to this moment,
And according to Your love, Your Promises,
Till I see Your Glory!

Whisper!

Whisper!

Words, I am told have power.

Life, they can give.

Words they say, act as a balm,

On wounds that have never healed.

It is just these words that I offer to you,

O Princess.

They are of hope and love.

Of peace and tranquility.

Of solitude with you.

Of my resolve till the end.

Of you, my sanctuary.

They say you are my beacon,

My liniment for the pains that run deep into my bones.

So, my love,

Use them too.

Even if you just whipser them,

On the flesh above my chest,

They will empower my dried heart,

And breathe a new flow into my veins.

The screaming from my bones,

Shall die out in your whisper.

Whisper them, my love,

The words I want to hear.

Let the magic of your voice,

Control my being.

Whipser my love, whisper your love for me!

Do You....

Do You....

Do you think of silence as arrogance?

Could it not be that I am lowly?

Do You not see, O royal one?

 I think myself not worthy of you.

Has a damsel, rich in all, ever touched a pauper?

Does the river ever flow upward?

You, my beloved, should be adored,

For your beauty that is inside,

Makes your face glow.

It puts the goddesses to shame.
Do you know that I fear,
Of being abnegated of your love.
Do you know that you are impeccable,
And an outcast am I?
Do you know that you are free to fly,
And chained am I by my monsters.
Do you not know my sweet love,
There is no match of angels and demons.
Yet if you see it befitting,
Let me be by your side.
Till I breathe my last,
I shall obey your wishes,
And never let a frown scar your beauty.
I shall adore your beauty,
I shall be in awe of the thoughts in your mind,
And how the Universe sways to them.

I See Her

I See Her

A few boats I see in the storm,
As I  struggle to hold onto the plank.
I see her, my friend of new and old.
With her offspring clinging to her,
She covers them inside her wings.
This stormy sea tosses them about,
And leaves some scars on her being.
Quickly, she covers them with her feathers.
I see her stand and steady her vessel.
Isolated by the storm,
 From the boats that were with hers,
She glances at me.
Oh how I wish to assist her,
The one whom I have looked up to.
An energy unmatched has she in her.
A philosophy of her own.
Her smile reassures me,
She will guide it to the shore.
In awe am I of her strength,
 Her character, her intelligence.
I see her now, from my plank,
 Her beauty still adorns her.
Her seeds now stretching out their roots,
Trying to strengthen themselves, to bear fruit.
She has raised them well!
An angel comes and whispers,
"The Creator loves her and the children,
He wanted the world to be,
In awe of her, to learn from her.
His light will shine on them forevermore."
I still wish I was there to assist her,
To be a part of her wonderful story.
I wish her well.
May she be a sun,
In the lives of those around her.
Until we meet again my friend,
For through a storm,
I still have to go.

What If?

What If?

What if the stars do not sparkle anymore?
Will there still be a milky way?
What if the flowers do not emanate their sweet scent?
Will I still smell those taken from me?
What if the sun warms us no more?
Will we be as cold hearted?
What if the moon ceases to guide our ships home?
Will we set our lives a sail?
What if the rains refuse to fall on us?
Will our thirsts be unquenched?
What if the clouds stop to give us shade?
Will we burn in hatred?
What if the rivers deny to flow?
Will there be enough to fill ourselves?
What if the ground does not produce for us?
Will a desolation our lives be?
What if we do not hold close the rearers of our lives?
What if there are deeds towards them undone?
What if there are words between families left unspoken?
Will there be not a while longer for professing our love for them?
What if she becomes the better half to someone else?
Will I be collecting my pieces again?
What if there were no angels?
Would there be demons like I?
And what if, just what if, there was no God?

Will It?

Will It?

Yes my friends, tis another year.

Another sign of maturity.

And questions run galore in my head.

Will it be another year?

Will it be filled with the same hatred?

Will it have the bloodshed of the year past?

Will it still be resolved to be better and yet not?

Will it be full of apprehensions and inhibitions?

Will it be overflowing with disgust for less privileged?

Will it be with news of planes missing?

Will it be with school children massacred? 

Will it be another without thought?

Will it be a year of intolerance like before?

Will it be you and I a pococurante?

Will it be I writing another the year next?

Will it be you and I ameliorant?
Will it be her and I? 

Will it be, like it should, a year submissive to God?