Exaggeration is another term to spell out the truth, when we microscope our events. We find the things which make us tick. Like a clock work that keeps time irrespective of the presence or absence of sunlight, so are our feelings for one another. In darkness in blurriness of form, in our misty absence and clear presence. We find each other like a sailor, in a  stormy sea, our hearts point in the right direction our true north.

We are cool like clouds, as when we near each other we thunder and the lightening we produce illuminate. We are like the olive branches at the sent of summer we bloom and pale the days of non flowering. We are the masinga dam, when we over flow even the strong houses nearby have to give way to our mighty flood.

You want to love me, I know you do.
You want to express Eros to m, that you could.
But your love isn't inch deep in me, coz I only respond to my kind of loving.

To the sun you wish to take me,
But an a night kind of a guy,
To the festival you want to have me,
But a cave kinda person.
Your love generously given, but my thirst only my kind of love can reach.

Clothes you kinda buy me, but wind I love to feel on my skin. Shoes and trinkets you provide but grey is my colour.
To ensure your heart cease from hurts, am giving your the manual to my love, my kind of love.

Sugar  is sweet,
memories are sweeter.  
Our hearts aches, it drinks the dregs of loneliness, but it's quenched by sweet mosels of good memories.

Youthfulness is the writing class,  old age is the reading  class where memories are read.  As we cold with age,  memories warm us up.

What is friendship if it's just for PR,  what kind of friendship  if am a Prop. If your worst  you keep and your best you share,  then am just a cover friend,  ribbon to be seen and not a bolt to tighten.                                         Melon kind of friendship,  a political type of relation.  It's not for colleagues. Let our boundaries be marked level be known. Am just toe deep but you treat me as shoulder deep.  Now am weary  careful and dreadful.  We know and av known.  My status as know.

Alex I:
Just human are humans,

If I had the power, I would make you an artery that every second of the day from my heart you would receive messages.
If you were a neurone then very thought and plan of my mind would be crystal clear.

Like a cloths i. Would put you on so that every now and then a hug would be.

But  frailty of humanity makes me available as I am right now in electronic space

The beauty of the flower is by it remaining in the stalk. The beauty of the sun is in the midday when its in the sky. The gorgeousness of the night is the presence the moon and the stars. The goodness of telegram is knowing, that I will find you or your msgs. The goodness of friendship is in predictability and acknowledgement of your predictability.
Thanks dear friend

Alex I:
Every birth seems normal until the one born is super normal. In her hand she controls a thousand galaxies, in her heart she encompasses the one she loves, in her mind her path so clear but the vision blurry.
She writes on the book using tears, she whom the sun smiles at and the moon winks. She whose eyes sparkle like stars. As she heaves ,her sigh like the pilot whale so serene so rare. Her fingers are like a sculptor, she molds and fashions all she desires. She is like a whirlwind so full of strength, yet so mellow. She brights the day with a smile, cools the afternoon with her laugh and sizzles the night with her sweet cuddles. A woman so rare that diamonds and pearls are named after her.

Would you rather illuminate a room for days on like a candle, or for a split of a second release all your light and light up the whole valley like  lightening.
Its battle of consistency and baby steps, or breaking rules norms and doing giants leaps
Is it candles or lightening

She greeted me as a brother , our talks seemed a bother. She just looked at me as her usual stranger. Nothing new just the cold ambers.
The as we were leaving, I heard she was to pass by his place, to leave him some case. Just the mention of his name, her eyes lit, she had a tremor and in her eyes I saw it.
Just like a propane filled house explodes, she welled.
Uneasiness came over her, and like a teenager, she was just longing for his touch.
It might not be a wonder that she had him in her, it might just be that her heart was fully for him. And know am just the shell, she lit her old fires and they long and burn for him.
Each dreams she has is about what ifs, how life would have been different with me out of the picture and him in.
Its complex now, there kids to deal with, and the society look.

Thou in another place another country her hearts passes the bounders and enjoys his embrace, though on phone, or social media.

Its hand to pretend, when an old flame has been lit

I read the unwritten, I hear the unsaid and I feel the unexpressed. I know the unmentioned, I acknowledge the intention and I know it well.

I don't loath not detest, I speak just in silence and I shout with my mouth closed.

I taste without putting out my tongue.

I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.

Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.

You let me down.
It was your wish
A great longing from deep within. A fantacy an idea your idea, but in its execution you let me down.

I was silent just enjoying my grand thoughts. Some nice n other little ***** and like a bombshell you said it.
You let me down

Just out of the blues, you dropped it like an eighteen ton scad.
Just like that you said, you no longer require it. And put it that , I couldn't finance it. You truly put me down.

You belittled my effort, made me feel in worthy. You made me gwarky and a little blob.
Almost felt like a wart on the beautiful face of you, you truly let me down.
Let the shaver glory in reduction and let the farmer glory in growth. All are seasons and reasons in life.

Among daughters born of women you beat them all.
Among beautiful women you stand out.
Among those endowed with caring and loving you are in a league of your own
Among mothers and guardians, none whose kids feel well catered for like yours.
Among beautiful names given to girls, non sounds sweeter than yours switha.
Among all ornaments worn none so beautiful as your modesty on you.
Among all the lights and colours none brightens my life like you, my dear
And among all the feelings none is so nolstagic as the feeling of you beside me
And among all men am the only one just so blessed to have you in my life, my dear sweet Karwitha.

For such a woman endowed with beauty. Such brazen creature a symbol of perfection.
And a great friend of mine.
I can only just gaze and words vanish in my mouth.
She a daughter of her mother, the pride of her father.
Her siblings love her to bits and follow her every move.
Her love is intoxicating, leaving one filled and still seeking more.
If  a Queen has a measure she fits completely

You taught not as a teacher but by action
A key pillar in our family you were
We greatly miss you.

You made my mum the great woman she was.
Through your counsel and discipline you made her.
She is a reflection of your unending love and sense of purpose.

We are extension of your great works and though we miss you we celebrate a life well lived. We celebrate the great works and good foundation you laid for us.
Fare thee well my beloved grand pa

I heard lyrics of  a joyous tune so sweet joyful,
in the same tone heartaches, longings and grief was.
this was my song the tune of life.

the first stanza was sang not by I but her who gave me life,
she alone saw me in my innocence and great vulnerability another author of great songs of life.
in my teenage yrs my song was reckless as now I wished to use my own instruments.
my tune was opposed by my seniors as they said mine was noise.
early adulthood I had mastered my tools of trade and tones, fit for kings streamed from me.
Now an age where most of life pleasures are sour tasteless broth.
All I hear and appreciate are songs of youth when grass smelled green and flowers ever sweet

Am just an ordinary man, whose lows bring down your highs
a true man of soil, who was trained that sorry is an expensive word
a **** of life, a novice in matters of heart and feelings.
I acknowledge my faults and my crevices of character,
all in all my pride rides me down
hope that my dear wife you will understand.

just as a kite tries  to fly without wind,
I feel me disconnected from you as a flash of lightening so quiet without thunder, totally unreal.
before you i thought my self complete,
in my ignorance I felt okay
now  you have come n am jolly, n my alphabet totally complete
hope that my dear wife you know

as days are growing red and grey,
and the cares of life n pressure mount up
if I appear distracted an unresponsive,
giving monosyllabic answers n wearing a grim face,
it's not you my sweet wonderful love
am just dealing with the rawness of life n all that it might and has thrown at me
hope that my dear wife now you know

my hope is that long life n great health be the gift given us by Almighty
an in my endeavors hope at least to meet your life long desires
and in my fulfillment you shall find your contentment
where every evening we shall celebrate with laughter n glowing of our hearts.
in my hope I wishes that my dear wife our journey through life shall accord us more sweet memories

As you cuddle n **** your thumb
my heart melts with joy and am glad,
as you lay in my arms so helpless and innocent
I find you so lovely and irresistible,
all about you reminds me of me when I couldn't remember,
and now I appreciate the level of love my parent have for me

the joy of a child the parent glows with pride for it
all children are angles and parents see their reincarnation
as he grows a father relives his early days ,
when he neither had wisdom or memory,
every mistake every attempt the dad gets to see how he came to be
and his greatest urge "my son to be better than I"
in my child's eye I see the innocence of the world

let you my child learn, let you acknowledge ,
you are my strength and my wisdom.
I see my future bright in you,
i  find my energy revamped in you.
my destiny and fate merge brightly in you
And new ideas new territories i will conquer in you.
my eyes and my strength bring better things in this life