Dear future
Your invisible doesn't scare me
Nor your plans

Present is my weapon
Past is my experience
That makes me ready to meet you

The footsteps you hear
And dust on my feet
Are the signs that am coming
Not late, not early but soon

-Lakhana

It's hard to admit
That you no longer my twin

Your absence ripped my heart
Left it bleeding
Am out of plasters to cover the sores

Was it worthy it for you to leave?
Am cold and scared to live in this cage
I miss being squashed around your warm arms
Giggling and smiling
Your soft hands moving around my physique

Our funny chats and passionate kisses
Is all i need
Maybe if we could meet
Our eye contacts will abuts the dead feelings
Reminds you the good times we had
And promises you've made

Was about to give you all of me
Because i heed how cosy i am when you are around
But that is water under the bridge now

-Lakhana

Am tired of sitting in this bench
Waiting and waiting
Where are you?

Yesterday you promised to come
But you didn't
Today in the morning i went to sit in that bench
Hoping you'd come

While sitting i heard some footsteps coming along
I heard some butterflies gurgling inside my stomach
With joy i swiftly stood up
With my eyes closed
"At last you arrived" in a hushed voice
But no one respond

I looked around
But nought was a stirring
Only me, myself
Oh no am i imagining things
Where are you?

-lakhana

I once asked a guy
"What are we?"

Was lost in the mist
Like lonely sheep in the field
Trying to get a direction
Like a pig swallowing in the mud

I could hear the wind direction
Buckling back and forth
My question whispering again
"What are we"
"What are we"

I heard a voice mumbling
Far from where i was
"We are"
"We are"
"We are children of God"

-Lakhana

Let me be your teddy bear
Let me be your art
Let me be your beautfully sunrise
Let me be that thing you scare to loose

Never mind the hills in front
Just put your eyes behind them
Where you will find me waiting
So we can embrace together

Let my feelings flow in your vessels
Like river flows on the mountains
Let us get each other and be one
Like ntlaka nomthi

Let me

She is the storm
That blows your mind
Moving  back and forth
With thunderstorm that massage your weary body
And lightning that shines your dreams

She comes with noise
Not to scare you
But sound you can dance to
Glittering floors swept by wind

She's not just any storm
But thunderstorm when you need sound
Lighting when you in darkness
Wind to blow away all your ***** laundry

She is the storm
Moving back and forth

-Lakhana Mnyani