Thursday, 27 October 2011

something i wrote a few years ago

Had to lift my head and ask why they were pouring on me

I had never claimed love to the heavens,

never thought this notion could be

But I dreamt that one day sand will bare another tree which will bring for me benevolence

and he would claim love to me.

Once a dream now dying

So we bet upon dying;

My notion and me

I want to be

But if I find a path to my aim,

My dream will live to blame.

Then I saw an idea making so much noise

“She is going to die” whispered in mockery

“She will die! If she wants to live, love will be her poise.”

I will win without making love my poise,

Amused by this circus,

I laughed at the fact that in a voodoo doll I had left my ability to live.

Monday, 3 October 2011

We Need To Talk Seriously, God!

Since you have lit a lantern,
Let us look for it.

Silence and centuries of solitude but death never came.
After centuries of search, it has dawned upon me that the one that never answered was just you.

And I think I know why there is pleasure in pain
Why this pleasure has diluted my existence;

I, the best creation, a man
Gasping for air, looking for the light but still best I am.

Then death came but not for me,
There were things which I desired to be…

I saw you once as a star but a million light years away from me you lit.
I searched, in my next life the highest mountain, I even climbed it.

Then one day I found you, was that you or was that just me?
Is God that, which I can also be?