A MINUTE SILENCE

My heart goes out to babies, who know nothing about this cruel world.

Who no matter how small, were the hope of a brighter tomorrow for their single mother.

Yet were not spared by this incidence, lets observe 10 seconds of silence.

Another 10 for that poor man, who was in a hurry to get home,

Just so his sick child could feed off the little he struggled to get, before he take his medicine

Yet could not make it home.

What about that young breadwinner?

The only graduate in a family of 10?

Who lost his life to this awful trend.

All in the haste to get home to inform his family that he finally got a job.

He sure deserves 10 seconds.

To all those drivers,

Who tried their best to get passengers safely to their destination,

Only to get home and find out that the destiny of his own family was no where near recognition.

I guess we could spare him just 10 seconds of our time.

10 seconds of silence, for Mothers, Fathers, Husbands,Wives,

Uncles, Aunties, Grandmothers, Grandfathers and Friends,

Who we exchanged pleasantries with, telling them we would see them soon

But now have been gutted by fire and lay unnoticeably burned to ashes amidst waste and scrap.

To virgin and disvirgined bodies, that were still kept in privacy

Only to be shown in the comfort of rooms, for the fear of showing off a few minor disabilities,

But now have gone viral all over social media,

And brings tears to the eyes because of it's painfulness to behold,

Please permit another 10 seconds.

Lets observe a minute silence, to all departed souls,

Who lost their lives to this tragedy.

It could have been me, it could have been you.........

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THE PARABLE OF TOMORROW

Like a dog stuck on its bone,

The door has fast become my favourite spot since you went.

Hoping that one day you will walk through its embrace,

Back into these arms that have long been left bare.

My nights are colder,

My days, longer

You know what they say that, “Out of sight, out of mind”

But I guess that only works for a little while

Until the heart begins to feel that irreparable absence,

And begins to grow fonder.

Although I dislike being deceived,

The promise of your coming, I like to hear

My lips keep wandering where yours has been

And the well of my arms, 

Yearn to be filled with the water that flows from your every hug.

Our water is running dry,

Because with every miss, a drop falls from my eyes.

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STRANGERS MAYBE

It was innocent at first

A stranger’s remarks “Hi” and “Hello” 

Greeted our encounter, our gaze

There was no chain of beholden – it was simple

But time grew our familiarity

It was as though aliens, we had found the bond in our constant crisscrossing

We had grown

“Hi, my dear” or “how’s your day been love”

We will share our fervor to know

It was this same time, I enjoyed attention

I heed to the wisdom of the wise, ‘enjoy while it last’

Then the days of regular text chat became voice calls

Then the eyes could not wait in skepticism,

So our videos did the magic

Time became our enemy, because the day and night were short

Once a while we would pop the question

“What happened to us over night, how did we get this close?”

Left unchecked, it blossomed

Feeding fast on its physical pleasures

Things become more intimate,

Lots of hugs and kisses and pleasing touches, places where it grew a smile

Even though it wasn’t right, it felt right.

It was foolishness, but seemed harmless, so we enjoyed it

I guess it’s the reason the heart sits beneath the head

Sweet like honey, we will not spit out

For we are only but strangers, entwined in thorns of the heart

If it arrives in laughs or cries

We shall continue to eat the pudding of its fruits 

And the honey drips of silver we drink from the cups of our lips

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SINFULLY HANDSOME

I know what I saw

Hidden, yet my mind could see

I just needed to look

Alas! That view was worth a second turn

There he stood, a towel clinched on his firm waist

Pleasing to the eyes as honey is to the tongue

For a century, my gaze holds on

Not even a blink of an eye, for I miss a curve

His skin as fertile as mother earth, ready to sprout forth her beauty

And the look in his eyes,

Like the touch of sun hitting the surface of water

Bright and daring

For a split second, my thoughts escaped

How it would feel to have his masculine rubbing against my feminine

Creating a sizzling sensation that stirs up emotions

Deep from the inside of my inner being

Gently, he lost grips of the towel,

There stood the mystery of my bewilderment

I was stunned, confused, and felt foolish

So I watched and watched

Not caring if I got caught or not, just watched

He was handsome

No!!! Sinfully Handsome

So all I think, stretching to the early morning sun rise

Is to steal a memory- peep, at him

I don’t know how long

But I know I'll keep looking.

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