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Kenechukwu Apr 2020
Sun
I crave the sun.
I crave the feeling of the heat wrapping my skin in tranquillity
and beams bringing braveness to my being.

So when the clouds crawl across, I wait.
I wait for its smile to creep out from behind the obstruction.

Patience is not my forte
but I wait
because the sun gives me what many cannot.

A warmth that asks for nothing in return.
Kenechukwu Apr 2020
It's so much easier to write from pain
when sorrow and sadness
have ink-like stains
when ink spills, it glistens
before it drains
but within that spillage
paper's made less plain.

Write your smile,
write your pleasure
write your wings
with rhymes for feathers.
Let your delight go unfettered
give your heart those twenty six letters.

Let your pen tear through paper
like a grin to cheeks
let your verse sing songs of bliss
you've not heard in weeks.

Or months,
or years
through prayers
and tears
or however long
your ambitions have been hostage to fears.

Make your happy easy
freely and completely
daily and weekly
scrawl those words sweetly.

Until your pen smiles
as much as it cries.
Until your cheeks hurt
as much as your eyes.
#joy
Kenechukwu Apr 2020
Days inside are boring and longer, but
Understand your frailties.
So we can come out stronger.

Stay inside
For those hurting inside.
Stay in your home
For those suffering alone.
Kenechukwu Apr 2020
When my mind is full
I watch my thoughts
I realise crosses
are really the same as noughts.

I watch my breath
fill up space in my chest
and pacify my ego's need to protest.

Control is not a prerequisite
of a happy soul.
The same way your 'other half'
is not a prerequisite to your whole.

So once in a while let it all go
receive yourself,
the highs and lows.

Don't 'empty' your mind
in attempts to unbind
unwind, rewind, or realign
for how can you?
When you've no idea
what you've just declined.

So when your mind is full
and paints your heart grey,
become mindful of the fact
your thoughts make you that way.
I've recently started meditating.
Nature's fury they say or karmas way ,
Convergence sharp in the eye,
donning a cape of disaster with pride,
Unfurling of glistening wrath with mighty stride .
Did we see it coming or not?  
What are we doing ,
for what have we fought?
Oh! What a shame !
Stop the blame game .

Every pain that one must bear ,
for every dis-burden ,every care .
Respect every conspicuous Front liner.
Doctors, Nurses and Hospital Staff,
what a brave fight they have all put up !
Each a Daredevil facing every upheaval .

For every grief that bows the head ,
for every teardrop that is shed ,
for every hurt, every plight ,
for every lonely pain-racked night ,
Trust in God as we should ,
for everything will work-out
just good .

Change is inevitable,
forever turning life's table .
In these whirling winds that seem to grind ,
let faith be the strong bind .
Fear no more ,
learn to go with the flow .

In the catastrophic scene,
purify your souls and let courage glean .
Holding onto Hope with triumph insight ,
standing united to win this fight.
Dwell in hope through thick and thin ,
Victory will prevail and we will win !

©MRUNALINI NIMBALKAR
#15.03.2020#
As the world witnesses one of the most deadliest storm in the form of coronovirus  my heart goes all out to the ones that are working on getting rid of the same . Praying for everything to get back to normalcy and while this is on , may Almighty give the strength and courage to everyone to stand United and Tall .
"NO PANIC MORE POWER " "PRECAUTION"
"RHYMING VERSE"
Kenechukwu Mar 2020
Side profile portraits at an open mic
delayed dimming lights
and sketch imprecise.
She draws me,
so I write her.
Lines written or lines drawn
we do not deter.

And so,

Right by her
my heart concurs
that to write by her
is to love in verse.
My love is an artist, I am a poet.
Kenechukwu Mar 2020
Dylan’s roof covers your house supposedly,
But you can’t go through the front door,
you don’t even have a key.

You see, Dylan’s roof covers your head
ever so reluctantly
But Dylan won’t kick you out,
you were brought here to work for free.

Dylan doesn’t like you
or anyone with your complexion
But Dylan won’t admit it,
he’d rather ‘serve and protect’ his brethren.
By serve and protect I mean swerve and reject.
Any responsibility for a bullet in your chest.

You see, Dylan’s roof doesn’t just cover 52 states
It covers millions of your reflection
that share melanated traits.

The windows under Dylan’s roof give you a glimpse of your potential.
Freedom and happiness.
You trace the future with a stencil.

After some time,
Dylan’s roof will start to dissipate.
The rains of your liberation
will begin to precipitate.

The seeds that were planted
by the ones gone before us,
will start to germinate
in the fields that once tore us
On the 17th of June 2015, Dylan Roof walked into ‘Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church’ in downtown Charleston, South Carolina and killed nine innocent black people. He was arrested so very gently.
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