Today I saw them
With heavy loads of favored wood pulps  
Weighing them down to the earth
The deceased might of their gods  
Pushing hard to open the library door
Today I saw them
Protocols mechanizes their existence
Sniffing the dust as they walk
In-between lines of old forsaken books
Gently touching the back covers
Today I saw them
As their feet march in accordance
Empty Buckets of sands to quench fire
They’ve come for the obituary of dead men
Reading their books to their ears  
Today I saw them
The chirping birds that made it in
Build a nest with tattered fluffy cottons
Chirping in slumbering pitch
A Lullaby to this already sleeping generation
Today I saw them

Your sincerity as thongs
When you say
We can’t work out  
Fate is a key I hold
Out of your heart I go  
Shutting the doors in grace
If I refuse and stay
Is to be trapped a slave

I have learnt to say OK
when I feel like going a little further
I halt and say
She’s ok
That’s ok
You’re ok
I’m ok
It’s ok
I guess after all
Whether I can or I can not  
afford a cupcake
being OK is OK

Sometimes
Love is the only sacrifice
To make us
The monster
We must truly be
And those who never loved
Are no better
Than weaklings
©️Kuvar

The mirror is a story
Of a body with smooth scars
So it appears on smooth glass

The mirror is a story
Of a mind to remind man
Of his thoughts unforeseen

The mirror is a story
Of an heart of darkness
And the give and take of kamar

The mirror is a story
Of beauty and ugliness
For those with eyes to see

The mirror is a story
Of our past and our now
And of those lies we lie  

The mirror is a story
Of those who dine
At the corner of lost glory

The mirror is a story
Of a skeletally written matter
With an opportunity to wear death

©kuvar_

This game of chance
Is what you call dating
Marry after or marry not
I can do better as “I”
But the reason however
Is to erase ‘I’ for ‘US’
But this game of chance
Is not always so nice
And yet another time
It has failed ‘US’ for two ‘I’s
I pray the lord
Have mercy on ‘US’

Today is not Christmas
But fireworks Crack in my heart
Today is not Sunday
But bells of worship ring in my heart
Today is not valentine
But candles lit up in my heart
Today that I know
That I am special
To someone special
Today like no other day

KUVAR

I woke up to an image of God
worried from bed of the phrase
That There is but one God
I hear the pastor and imam say
I serve the greater God
This is the only way to Heaven
I brood on this poo of faith
Why deficate in the minds of men
I am sure at least
There is but one me
When men sin against men
Backed up with a verse of belief
Swing and Stone away the world
The mischief of the good one
It wasn't faith who wronged us
Men needed an instrument of war
Faith happens to be the best of it all
And why has it been so successful
Shut your ears and listen with your breathe
Because there is but one God
And he can't save us all
For there is too many of us
Who refuse to believe
That there is but one God
© Kuvar

To say love is blind
Is soulfully blind
Hasn’t love been so kind
To give back sight to the blind ?

I met a beggar in wealth avenue
His night free to the face of the sky
But the dews sew his hope in whole

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His coat washed out of colours
But the sun glared him a rainbow in his soul

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His shoe sole eaten to the end
But the earth carved him a wall round his feet

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His lunchbox kills the worm of famine
But the Lord poured him manna from heaven

Old age taught me a forceful humility
That my spine bows to both men and trees
The wrinkles on my face sunk down my smile
Making it impossible to give a happy face
Hopeless of a grin since my teeth obituary
It is not about the dying body that you imagine
But the good young days I played away in the bin
This Rotten Crispy reward of a wayward youth
© Kuvar