Loved you whole fiercely
With every sinew and particle
Of my punctured soul.

Lived, existed and thrived
On the hope of you and I
Being united.

Inseparable
A love with so much verve it
Tends to unnerve us.

You chose to softly
**** me with indifference
An absent presence.

Today, the sun peeped shyly
Over the eastern horizon,
I have a feeling she felt conflicted
She’d smiled so brightly the day before
So she couldn’t help feeling downcast.
I saw her furtively stealing
Glances at humanity and my heart couldn’t
Take it no more, it developed a set of wings
And flew up to her, a quick embrace
And she felt relatively at ease.
She descended her hallowed throne
And proceeded on in her usual daily routine.
I am elated that “I saved the day.

Aesthetically speaking music’s a salve to the soul
Capturing and lulling someone into a wakeful stupor
Releasing and recapturing one’s attention almost intrinsically
Owing to its eclectic nature.
Sound’s itself a marvel on its own
Tastefully quaint
Intimate even when it’s absent
Cold and warm when it sees fit.

To have peace of mind
In the palm of your hand
To twiddle and fiddle with it
Playfully, offhandedly
To throw it high up in the air
And to trust it to come back
To the fold of your palm
Like a piece of metal to a magnet
Simply and automatically.
Could this be the higher ideal?

Yin and yang tucked in
Forever embrace, progress
Premised on push pull.

To illuminate the
criss-crossing alleyways and paths
of which its part

Hello dearest empress
Solemn ruler of my heart
Queen of torrid desire
And fiery passion.
A cocoon I’ve fashioned
Outta fidelity and trust
For us to live in, until
Kingdom come.

Love’s a fragrant rose
A sparkly luminescent red
Like beetroot with a thorny side to dread
Orchard fresh, exquisite and breathtaking like a polyphonic prose.
It’s cupid’s ingenious marvel
A force with a whirlpool effect
That sweeps it’s ‘victims’ off their feet their hearts swelling with deject
It’s undoubtedly the tower of babel
Only that its structure’s amorphous
Always changing in a constant state of ‘metamorphosis.
Being in the arms of Morpheus
Is indeed more gratifying as opposed to being diagnosed with hysterical neurosis
Methinks love thou art an extinct phenomenon
Buried deep in the abyss of emotional confusion.

It seemingly oscillates from
The realm of practicality to that of blatant absurdity
A fearfully bold doubting Thomas of sorts
Embroiled in self-esteem issues
In constant conflict with itself
Sitting on the fence always
A pleasant consolation
And being a daredevil a fantasy
Nurtured in the remotest miniscule part of the brain
Tell me this aint fearless cowardice

Darkness only exists as long
Her luminescent eyes are closed.

Your flaws underscore your perfection
You stand in your own light
And embrace your darkness
Unapologetically, unreservedly, unequivocally.
Everything with a negative vibe
Is diminished and dwarfed
Rendered insignificant in your ethereal presence.
I for one get drunk on your
Spell binding aura, don’t free me
From this enchantment.

To predominantly think metaphorically
is an ideal unlike any other.

More often than not
I allow myself to be persuaded by reason
Though I occasionally give it a wide berth
For the sake of preserving the “sanctity”
Of reason itself
Is logic Human friendly
Is the answer to the above pertinent question ‘No’…?

Astutely speaking, we all at some point

Ponder on matters spiritual, the kind
In the realms outside observable phenomena.
Even to some extent, we can’t help
Consulting various spiritual practitioners to
Extrapolate circumstances prevalent in the future.

Otherworldly beauty is not only a matter of
Fascination it’s an obsession too.

Hallowed space in today’s world is
Exceedingly limited, an abundant scarcity
A paucity of meaning attached to it.
Various denominations exist to
Entrench a semblance of piety to counter
A rather stack waywardness.
Neverland, is it real?

Thaw the numbing ice
Clogging my soul’s arteries
And veins.

When one’s soul’s quite
And the rhythmic thump thump
Of the heart
Assaults the mind’s silence.
One truly comes to terms
With the futility
Of banking on one’s utility
That’s the precise moment
Realization reaches the threshold of crystal clarity
That a higher power really does exist
And that the constant understanding and appreciation
Of this higher power
Is all that ‘really’ matters.

Resting against the backdrop
Of a host of clouds
Yearning for adulation
Gracefully swaying her hips in
Brusque jerks, she colorfully
In deliberate detail
Vivaciously enchants would be onlookers.

I see her and air is snuffed
Out of my lungs in one swift
Swoop, my usually perceptive
Mind is a hodgepodge of disarray.
Speech is caught in the labyrinth
That’s my voice box choked from
All sides, an irredeemable hostage.
I stare long and hard at her eyes
Then I realize, her eyes aren’t
Ordinary, they’re a canvas on
Which the Milky Way galaxy is
Exquisitely captured. It’s this
Precise moment that a shrill
Mention of my name jolts
Me to wakefulness, and well
My heart’s a pitiful husk
After being exposed to two opposite
Extremes of emotional excitement.

On the tip of your nose
Your chest’s “drawn” upwards and outwards.
Then just before it’s let out
It dramatically holds its breath
And you’re left in anguish
Face contorted in knots
Expectation’s yielded disappointment.
Sneeze’s lost in oblivion
Akin to a yawn cut short.
Can't quite place this feeling.

A honeyed voice that makes love
To musical notes, subtly, intricately, tacitly.
On the dance floor she defies gravity albeit adroitly
Moving rhythmically, sampling moves from a treasure trove
Of influences spanning continents and varied cultures.
Atmosphere’s charged, taut with electric tension
The audience’s jaws had long since dropped
At the fast sight of her and it’s interesting to note
That until the routine’s over
They’ll stay put, held in place
By a blend of magical hypnosis
And sheer eclectic energy.
Well one doesn’t need to be an art connoisseur
To appreciate art, can’t help but savor.

A teardrop with holier
Than though tendencies etched
To its skin boldly leaves the eye’s sanctuary
And makes its way down the face
Where there was no way before.
Nose up in the air and a haughty step.
It glides effortlessly, making its way easily
And just when it’s about to reach its destination
It dies out, solemnly and curtly.
Poor teardrop, it had so much promise
In its bowels.

Butterflies in full bloom
Embody an exquisite form
Akin to a rare and an
Unmatched ethereal like
Transcendental likeness.
In as much as beauty is subjective
Fairly speaking, a glance
Upon these creatures
Leaves one in awe.

There’s a kind of beauty that’s purified and distilled
To fit squarely in the most rarefied
Of circles, given form and molded
Into an image of awe worth being storied.

Fleshed out, pieced delicately
Sculpted exquisitely and a sunny
Complexion mixed with a chocolaty
Hue splashed, oozing acute aristocracy.

Ingrid embodies this angelic likeness
That’s pure and unblemished, spotless
Inspiring reverence and a tendency to impress.
Demure she is her heart ensconced in a fortress.

Her smile lights the heavens aglow
Her demeanor barely spotting a flaw.

Society, the embodiment of human securities
Is in reality the stark confirmation  
Of a conglomerate of screaming insecurities
Begging….its leaders….fervent introspection

Bending logic is an art perfected by all
Regardless of creed class or stature
No wonder the walk is seemingly a hard laboured crawl
Culminating into deep exposed…psychological sutures

**Beings are bedevilled by a roving myopia
Craving a farfetched grandiose utopia
That’s why a bespectacled cynicism
Is ironically of essence…to neutralise a deep rooted parochialism

My head in a twirl
My being in a swirl
All as a result of the New Year carnival whirl

Subtle and quiet
Happens behind the scenes
Amidst the cacophony
Of a million and one processes,
And becomes apparent in instances
Like when one is on pins and needles
Literally and figuratively.

Underneath a star-spangled night sky
All thoughts coalesce toward eternal bliss
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Every possibility for longevity is worth a try
As we care to relive the moments with a kiss
Underneath a star-spangled night sky.

In the grand scheme of things, we are small fry
Even though we plunge headfirst, fast, into the abyss,
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

We won’t shy away from rich servings of apple pie
As we expend all efforts to ensure nothing’s amiss
Underneath a star-spangled night sky.

When life catches us in a lie
We’ll rise above it with finesse, it’ll form part of our reminisce.
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Amidst all the lows we won’t miss a high
Everything spruced to perfection with practice
Underneath a star-spangled night sky
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Pains and discomfiture whenever your memory
Creases my mind, especially the moments we made merry
You an art piece sculpted out of chocolate
But my love your heart couldn’t accommodate.
Yourself a lass from Yorkshire
I seemingly couldn’t tame your fire
Though I tried, it was an exercise in futility
It’s doubtless we shared zero compatibility
But I loved you still
My affection for you harder than steel
You were a butterfly that flew over my emotional atmosphere
For my eyes to behold your beauty whilst my faculties barely cohere
Am still in shackles in your prison
Hope you’ll unbind me out of your own volition.

A few inches shy
Of six feet, all pay homage
Acutely spellbound.

Sense seldom plays ball
Prefers to play hide and seek
Instead, oddly still.

Unity in diversity
This is indeed an exaggerated paucity
Of information by think tanks
Advancing this school of thought regardless of their money in banks
Towns and cities boast of cultures varied and eccentric
Despite a people having an intrinsic
Nature of sense of purpose and wherewithal
Matters accentual,
An amorphous issue subject to constant change
Either way it’s a cake in the oven of fabrication, hope we don’t cringe
When fruits of this intellectually deprived charade
Become realized by a people with minds renegade.
Isn’t it “well-placed” being a pessimist?
Of the mind than an optimist of the heart hence an intellectualist

Sky’s holding its breath
Myriad stepping stones, twinkle
Twinkle happily.