One day I will have a home

With a roof that shelters me

One day I will have a home

With a pantry that satiates my needs

One day my home will clothe me in modesty

One day I will have a home

That isn't swayed by the frothy seas.



One day I will have a home

That celebrates my uniqueness

A home that shelters me

From the prongs of society

Poking into my very essence

One day I will have a home

Where the promise of deliverance lingers

Beyond a Sunday afternoon worship.



One day my home

Will not ****** up my peace of mind

Because it will be a part of it

One day my home will welcome me with wide arms

One day I will have a home that wraps me in a hug

When I am broken to the point of no return

A home that will celebrate my joy

One day I will have a home.

One day I will have a home

With a bed that rests my wearied bones

Without questioning my weariness

Without pointing fingers at my uselessness.

A home where the skies will not scortch

The dried tears of the past

Fountains will spring

When one day I have a home.

(c) Anavah 2019

Oh sweet Canaan

Land of milk and honey

Flowing with promises of divine bliss

Oh Canaan

The fruit of my wails

Your desire my heart assails

Come to me in silent beckoning

Oh Canaan

My lips are parched in desire

Acquiesce to my need for belonging

A roof over my head

That I can be relish in the security

Of a divine and eternal promise.

(c) Anavah 2019

A tarnished fire
Loathe to burn and reluctant to subside
All perishable moments hide
Desire reigns in its monopoly
Of lust greed and avarice.

Logic binds truth to proofs
Passions bind reality to power
Power oozing from one wound to another
Violence upholding peace
Vengeance at the crux of justice.

Peeling off layers of presumptions
The nakedness of beliefs
Voiced in chants of supremacy
Sprinkled with the blood of pointless sacrifices
Purified in hate and prejudice.

Morality is as flawed as mortality
Susceptible to as many ailments
Yielding to the  whims of time and memory
Moments pass and monuments erode
History is retold in fantasy.

(C) Anavah 2019

My cruel time, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you flow, run and stagnate,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the surrogate.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more stoic and more immortal.
Cool frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the righteous cortile.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your mortal event, length and age.
Thinking of your portal length fills my days.
My love for you is the temporal page.

Now I must away with a gentle heart,
Remember my dual words whilst we're apart.

(C) Anavah 2018

1
Bound in threads of numbness
I reel in a conscience
Hoping to be satisfied
The story of my life

2
Bound by life
A tremble and a fall

3
Plug
connecting my life
To the lifeline of hope
A flight

4
Rubber band
Tying my hair
Tying my affair
Tying my scares
rubber bands

5
Clay modelling
Shaped up
wound up
Made into
A being apart

6
Mosquito repellent
Sending the suckers away
Keeping at bay
go away

7
Rabindranath Tagore
The poet who created poetry

8
Spam
Filling my inbox
Obnoxious

(c) Anavah 2018

1
The mirror looks back at me
And I struggle to barely see
A semblance of who I want to be

2
The Paperweight weighs me down
A millstone around my neck
While my pen bleeds to the empty sheets
Of my latent emptiness.

3
People style themselves in robes
They style themselves on whims
They feign an air of silent cares
While neglecting cuts and trims
Yet they clothe themselves not in
The morals of the times
Weighted words sink deep into
Fertile and watered minds

4
The breath that enters my respiratory system
Gives me my breath of life
Each laboured puff of oxygen
Eases my unending strife

5.
The image of discontent
The image of distrust
Robed in vanity and lust

(C) Anavah 2018

Worn out withered leaves
Narrate a story of surviving
Till the winter blows it away

The frozen shards of ice
Piercing a beating heart
Bleeding the last ounce of
Hopefulness

(C) Anavah 2018