She’s not beautiful,
But can take your breath away,
Her smile may not be that wonderful,
But she’ll have your heart any day.

The rich become even richer,
And the poor are no better,
Life is a rat race,
And you steal plenty, just in case.

The light caught your eye,
And kept me mesmerised,
Your melody floated by,
And left me hypnotised.

May not have given the tools,
Surely, they have made, no fool,
Turned out almost cool,
With common sense, from life schools

Aye, you take away,
My livelihood with a wicked smirk,
Know ye, today,
The heaven multiply your sorrow's birk.

Knowing everyone cannot be pleased,
Then why try, anyway?
There is peaceful closure,
In realising this simple, yet powerful, conclusion.

But when I saw her my heart danced,
A dance that thumped and jumped,
She was everything my desire wanted,
And more so that my soul daily worshiped;

But the day I saw her with another,
Everything I built was torn asunder,
The man, certainly, was not her brother,
They looked too happy and too warm together;

But what did she want?
We were young, and sure would enjoy heaven's grant,
Yes, I had no job, but certainly not a pissant,
Together, I believed, our lives could be vibrant;

But alas! Conception did not come to term,
Something went wrong with our germ,
She refused to be my gem,
And broke, into pieces, my world's stem.

Like a pregnant woman,
I am expectant,
I am an unlabelled can,
Holding some magic instant.

All in one,
One in all,
Can do much more,
Much more can do.

Not on a platter, no; even of gold,
This black box I yearned from days old,
Though rotten dead, and frigid cold,
Power, will come, yes! from where it is sold.

Extending over many weeks,
The little one continues his tricks,
Kicking, turning and punching,
Almost ready to be the newest bundling.

Get away!
From me,
Curse I, the day!
With me, you chose to be.

Toward the setting sun,
Orange in the distant horizon,
My mind is set on this journey,
Even if I have no money.

Punch, click, click, punch,
Hit away your frustrations,
You get a zillion mentions,
But never a sensible crunch.

One rose, in a field of tulips,
Hot red, hotter lips,
Step in to pluck,
Wish me some luck.

Can of worms,
Pandora's box,
Spill the beans,
***** linen.

Hips that glorify the heavens,
And a smile that wakes up the dead,
They tempt me, when your lips are red,
And your scent leaves me in sixes and sevens.

To deny myself, pleasures;
That still, small voice,
Instructing I thirst in seven measures,
That I take ashes, as weapon of choice

Everyone is hungry,
But no one is angry,
Choosing to embrace this life of suffering,
And all the time smiling.

Out of the green,
Comes this feathery blue,
Shapely to behold,
So captivating and true.

You suffocate me,
Pressure me on all sides,
But I remember the joyful rides,
Now all I want to do is...just flee.

Cold, cold afternoon,
Such and such crossed my mind,
For hours keeping me in a bind,
Now hope I see in the rising moon.

It's a done deal,
Here's the King's seal,
And when the bell's peal,
No worries about the next meal.

The dead man left trouble alive,
The quick are stuck in a power race,
The blind woman with sword and scale,
Scolds all her children and sends them to school.

I keep hope breathing,
Never fearing expiration,
No matter the present condition,
I shall never cease hoping.

When the old die young,
And the young never see the dusk,
Know there is something wrong,
When the living fight over dried husk.

In bed, darkness, no power,
Bingeing on Supernatural,
Terrible pain around the lower lumbar,
Broke, not a single dime in my PayPal;

As my daughter lay sleeping beside me,
My son in the other room with his mother,
I suddenly am aware of the things I fail to see,
That truly I am blessed beyond any mundane bother;

But then again the morning brings its own worries,
My ageing mother afflicted by pain of her sister's loss,
Barely enough to save up for vacation stories,
And a country that does not care about us.

Remember us,
The minority, so christened,
What we have, we got by force,
Better, if they had listened.

The girls have no blame,
For the indolence of men,
365 days are all the same,
Dusty roads with ***** mien.

The warmth of family and dear friends,
Hot red and dazzling white,
The beauty of evening sunlight,
Together, you and I, until the journey ends.

Might a place,
In this vastness,
We find sweetness,
In love's space.

The sequence of our emotions,
Is a new tradition,
Packed in discrete portions,
Not a random relation.

A sliver of grey,
Peeking through the ashen sky,
Then all turned crimson,
And the world hushed in unison.

The good ones have been taken,
The pretty ones don't want me,
As far as I can see,
No better off than forsaken.

Eyes that melt a bad day,
And hold the blues at bay,
Nothing can hold my smile,
When your voice comes after the dial.

Destitute from birth,
They grow to embrace death,
With nothing worth living for,
They take terror on a daily tour.

Out of will,
Handcrafted, discovered,
Or prayed into existence,
Every thing invented;

Nothing ever created,
To shorten, strengthen,
Or make easier,
Ever turned out better.

I doubt myself,
Many times unsure,
Would I make that impact,
Or be forgotten like I never came?

That moist thatch of loneliness,
Buried between sadness,
Begs for warm fondness,
And a generous dose of roughness.

That evening,
We sat long together,
I did not say a thing,
And it cost us our forever.

A gathering of coconuts,
Deliberating over tomato sauce,
How to make delicate cuts,
And not spoil the source.

A situation of panic,
Heart skips by the second,
All because I bought a bond,
That I must pay, in full, nine to nine, every week.

And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.

This forbidden love of ours,
Wrought in defiant rebellion,
Tongues and creed in ****** opposition,
But by cupid we build impregnable towers.

But I made it past nineteen!
No boyfriends, or unwanted pregnancies!
Now, allow me beyond where you have been!
Let me take my own chances!

At every turn of this hard life,
Just before I round the difficult bend,
I look back at past strife,
And forward to the journey's end.

You see the lies slide off his tongue,
Like that bald, bearded singer guy slid into her DM,
The bespectacled minister of mendacity,
And cyber media in a frenzy over their announced engagement;

We have been here before,
History making a case for repeating itself,
The curious darkness that enveloped the airport,
And the magic of that Dubai exchange of vows;

It is two years on this train,
The tracks heading off into the distance,
The origins of this journey we know,
But halfway there the engine sings a different tune;

After holding Nigeria spell bound by their chemistry,
On the sequel of the highest grossing movie in Africa,
We are called to witness the crystallisation of a well hidden romance,
It's always beautiful to behold, something magical;

So here we are on the eves of two great milestones,
A delayed love story playing out real time,
And a commanding life hanging in the balance,
Will the past be dragged into the future

The woman for me,
The mother of our children,
Beautiful like the open sea,
Mysterious beyond what the eyes can see.

Dark fright,
Night dripping blood,
Jesters howling in delight,
Devils slobbering in one accord.

Dear husband, this commodity is free,
Your mind is always on a distracting spree,
All I want from you is some attention,
And you can ignore my stifling emotion.