Oh rain!
Fall on my riddles
Where i go i see no path bain
Getting far away from me are my life's tiddles

Oh rain!
My soul dies with bitterness everyday
And it is me who feeels the pain
Wash it so tranquility may find space to stay someday

Oh rain
Chase my fog away and find me a way
To undress and blow my sorrows so they wind around any chain
To let me fly so i may even in May

Oh rain! Gather your drops
To join my broken then cease to allure sunshine to befall on my crops.

By Veronicah Orina

So what are you enraged at?
Do you not know the secret of pacify?
Stay mirthful like a kitten relying on a mother cat
Enhance the bounty of art and upon smiles magnify

Write, read, recite poems
Dance to end your moves with a feathered heart
Ignore life's vexing potholes they are just bumbs
Never heap your gloom for that only does hurt

Sing loudest if it will suppress your pain
Make sighs, go for a walk, swim
Draw what makes you sad and love your art for that is main
Run fast for laughs and store your medals to the brim

Play the ball, tennis, chess and then chase victory with your art
Tell stories but above all aim with burdens part!

by Veronicah Orina

She troubles my mind
Her body is installed in my brain
I try to put her behind
But none of my thoughts seem to trickle or drain

She has rendered me restless
And she does not want me calm
She is white her heart needs me not helpless
And she is sorry destiny chose not to stay in her palm

The promises of my ancestor's adage
That i should work hard to find seems like a fad
Since till now i have not found someone of her gauge
The way she is confined by the magic of her lover makes me mad

...I have come across many buoyant and classy
Although i still envy her partner because she is more sassy

By Veronicah Orina

I am the pretty one
She feels my head with irk
Being his pet she has to learn
I am sure she will blunder when she tries to mimic

For i am she who taught him love's fantasy
And you vanished while i covered his flaws
Even when his voice was never bassy
Even when he was still staggering to make acquaintance with life's laws

I stood by his throne of tin and became his queen
Till now i make his chest vibrate
His love for me does not have to be instigated by how we have been
You can go away flattering yourself and upon my sight hate

I am glad for within him i have nurtured my home
So i can smile because i know his second will be just but a mome

By Veronicah Orina

I did not know i was the thorn
To prick my laughter mates to bleed
I did not know i was the stone
To heave burdens on their shoulders never meant to be their deed

Not even aware of my spikes
Which pierce their skins to tears
Ignorant to know that me was the somebody they sought for with mikes
Yet so near for all those years

I did not know i was the scissors
Cutting and perforating their hearts to feel with desire
Having no righteousness next to Jesus
But being granted the loyalty of a mayor

When i become binded no longer free like a bird in a hurry
Is when i know the demon in me but all i say is sorry

By Veronicah Orina

Be not good at loosing hope
Everyone preaches that for our tomorrow
That is the anchor with storms to cope
That we must possess not borrow

Whom do we leave it for?
If that is the bird we have at hand?
Strife is part and parcel of our lives therefore
Like lyric is part of band

Beliefs that make normal our abnormalities
Yet inside filled with physical and mental disease
Where grows past, present and future's uncertainties
But despite all bestowing an optimism that never wants to cease

Hope is a sinew for every daily suffering
And energy's fadedness always colouring

By Veronicah Orina
Written on Saturday/11/11/2017

Why do I still rush?
Back to the land of bondage
Is it because my legs and mind coalesce?
They are aware it is like hell
Yet they still run into that fire
...The reason is because they look at the future
And tell the rest of the body
How diverting to glory for such a little span of time
Will vanish in a few moments
They want to take it slow while heading for success
But not by drowning themselves
In the shallow oceans of deceit

Why do I still roam in the night?
The night which has already shown me its dead side
And whose torture I still remember
...The reason is because I want to play a game
A nice drama in which I turn out to be the winner
How pleasing I imagine
To prove others in good will, without fight?
How soothing is it to see them
Break into dance by my tone of silent song?

Why do I keep on meditating about the past?
The past so unfair...
That has always tarnished my good image once I remember?
That has always wanted me to change the perception
Of those whom I long ago forgave?
...The reason is I don't want to forget
I want those memories to drive the conscience of my mind
That never once should I do such cruelty to another being
The memories that once triggered... remind me constantly that
"Recall where you come from and the wishes of your people also"

Why do I still allow myself to live?
In this place full of my enemies...
Whom I know very well do not want me apart from treating me like trash
Why do I keep on subjecting myself to this?
Yet I know it takes away the peace in the whole of me
And fixes it with all kinds of disharmony?
...The reason is
I am still tracing the map of a happy destination
Once I set off, that will be it forever

Why do I still ride?
In this path of sin
Why do I still agree, yet I know it is a serious shameful crime?
Allowing my body to get tampered with?
...The reason is, I aim for something
I know that I am just one(God pardon me)
And these sacrifices I make
Are relied upon by many
They all adore me knowing that all in all I got them covered
That on this earth I am their second god...
In their hands they got my trust, and in mine I got their safety

Why do I keep on running into the rain?
This rain which once it falls
Collects all its anger on me
When it lands on me...three drops already make me yell in pain
The first one I feel like it is the pain of a needle
The next one I feel like its pain resembles that of a spear
The last one I feel like it I'd fire
Surely what kind of mercies do I plead for?
...The reason is
Every time I am always looking for a fortune in that rain
I know its other good side and so I won't stop

By Veronicah Orina
Written on Sunday/04/06/2017
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