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"Dry Season"

"Dry Season"

Season of crimson blossoms,
Nature sprouts in seconds,
Signs of a shriveled harvest.

Happiness like a stone,
Is tossed into an ocean,
How do we begin to break the kernel of our silence?
Or find a costume that fits this madness.

Going forward a pit lies ahead,
Returning is a walk through the shadow of death,
So we stand shivering
Like a crucify on the neck of a hanged ...

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"Help Meet"

"Help meet"

There are few humans like God
That could see our tears before they come
Draw close to us whenever
They sense our loneliness from afar
Snuggle silently to share our solitude.
Only you can share this cross with its thorn
Bleed and act as if you are not hurt

In every pain you sought my gain
You lost many too precious to find me
Love was all that mattered to you, and still do...

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"Divorced"

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It was a journey of two blind lovers.
I can't believe we held hands
And walked down a false aisle
With the cheers of nobody.

When we started out alone together,
It was you and I against the world
We toughened our backs to their lashes.
Steadied our feet, refusing to fall for their lies.

Our pledges were neatly written
And solemnly sworn on Love's altar
Amidst the decries of many
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Memoir

"Memoir"

Before I die
I owe you a voice that refuses to be silenced
I owe you tears
That constantly flow like a river.
Wish you could hear the cry
That woke up yesterday in his tomb
Or see the pain
That stings tommorow so deep.
We are arrows of fate
Shot sporadically by Divine hands
Our place of landing
Determines how we sprout.
This we don't choose either,
But handed over to us wi...

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"The Passage"

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"The Passage"

When Death's cold hands opens the knob of the afterlife.
And the man walks silently with hurrying thoughts into his new home
He wonders what his fate will be
Could it be the red tongued fires of hell?
Or the peace encircling God's threshold?
He remembers the loud rhetorics of the preacher man
Howling at his poor soul on earth
Here they are louder,even deafening.

He fight...

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"A Lover's Plea"

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"Lovers Plea"

Would you let me be your artist?
So I could paint you as God would
I will erase every spot of pain or sorrow
I will draw the spread of the laughter on your face
I will make every curvy spot a sword
And you will slay every eyes

Would you let me be your poet?
I would describe your beauty more than Shakespeare would
I will colour every word about you
With tenderness and af...

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"Lockdown at 67"

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"Lockdown at '67"

Like in the days of communal clashes,
Our world became a deserted playground,
A war of pride and power
Is loosed on us,
And every feet is on the run.

Our children walk with tiny heads on bloated stomachs,
Body tattooed with hunger and suffering,
Foot bare on dangerous pathways
Some reckless piece of artwork
unattractive to human stare 

Smiling faces retract to ...

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"Spell Bound"

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"Spell Bound."

The evening you walked away from him
The night cast its spell on your rage
Your tears dropped lavishly on your cheek
He walked out on you again!

He didn't say it was over.
He walked on the feelings 
You spread like trophies at his feet.
And left with her, the new lady that's not you.

Your mind were another's, a maniac's.
It muttered strange things to your head.
Your...

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"When the Face you Detest is You"

 

 

"When the Face you Detest is You"

 

It is easy to stare in the face of sinners

with holy anger streaming from your face,

Smirking gleefully at their foulness,

And priding in your self-bequeathed sacredness.

Because your robes are white,

And your titles high

But, hey, what of your heart?

 

You leap on every wrong turn,

Crying the law and its damning co...

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"Bound for the City"

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"Bound for the City"

Growing up in this small village

Felt like a ghost watching his body being interned unceremoniously

I was detached from everything else that had a taste of joy.

Like a stranger, I kept on wandering far away

From the land, from the people, from their dwarfed dreams and shallow fears. 

 

My soul was like a raptured explorer,

distant lands held p...

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"Conversation with an atheist Lover"

"Conversation with an atheist Lover"

Last night,
before sleep stole the light in your eyes,
We talked about making babies in the clouds,
And call them angels
And they will be so fine 
That God will be jealous of our Kind.

We laughed out loud
It echoed in heaven
And I heard God sigh
It was deep and throaty
And we wondered why God is always a man.
He could have been a woman 
That si...

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"Falling"

"Falling"

Keith walks with mirth in his eyes
Like a child that just got a new toy
His feet were quite unstable
Wobbling like he gonna fall.

Has he not fallen already?
Why bother rising?

He stood against love all his youth.
Its presence at home was a sham
"It was only a shadow."
He concluded:
"Since it wasn't at home, 
It couldn't be found elsewhere."

But he met defeat today
S...

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"Somewhere Over Here"

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Somewhere Over Here"

I know a couple,
They have a home in a small room
At the extreme right-hand corner of a compound with adjacent rooms.
Their faces reveal a desire for a better life
A comfortable haven far away from the remoteness of poverty and hunger.
Their lips barely uttered a word
They communicated languidly with cold nods and weak gestures.

They are what you would call an unfo...

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"The Cycle"


"The Cycle"

You don't know how it feels
To be stabbed the second time,
the third time, the fourth time...
You won't feel anything again.
You would only learn the habit 
Of seeing yourself flow out of you in red fluids like a broken pipe.

You despise the morning for bringing the thought of living
You wish for the nights for it bears the alluring face of death. 

"I am a fool again,"...

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