I knew you were home
Before you walked in the door
There's no room for you here sweetie
I'm so sorry sweetie
I had to send you away before
You unpacked your bags
You won't be happy here sweetie
I'm so sorry sweetie

Me and the other girls
We woke up at dawn
We carried you to the river sweetie
The weight of you was pressing
Heavy footprints in the dirt
We waited for the boat man
To take you back sweetie

Me and the other girls
We didn't really want to
But we did what we had to sweetie
It's really what was best
As the boat man pulled you
From my arms sweetie
A dozen and a half roses took your place

Me and the other girls
We left a rose wherever we rested
On our journey back home sweetie
Our feet were lighter
But our hearts were heavier
We dropped rose petals for days
We will drop tears for the rest of our lives
Sweetie

Is the inevitable, really inevitable?
Can life be so decisive and again indecisive?
Happiness so compelling, yet soaked in misery?
Big smiles for show, only hiding deceitful and broken hearts.

In a world of Good versus Evil.
Where everything seems so precise, but then… not everything in black and white
So I do ask. Good versus Evil? Or in the mist of all things it’s just all the same.
Both full of purpose reaping fruits of all desires, which all has the same ending.
With the mind full of absolute certainty, mixed with profound confusion.
Where our paths are unknown and yet concluded.

In a life where it’s the ones you love the most that hurt you, everything so contradicting.
Nothings secure, no one’s ever safe and you never let your guard down.
Surviving… is fighting till your death

Mbali Dlamini

Have you ever been challenged by what you considered your love.
Felt low and in doubt because of what your heart knew you where destined for.
Where the journey gets real, real rough.
Where your dreams are at arms reach, almost there, but now harder to reach then ever.
When you cry yourself to sleep, cause now that you close, chasing ur dream has started to hurt.

Every day an inner battle,
battling with self doubt and reasons to keep fighting.
Feeling  you have no more fight left, cause the battle has gone on for too long.
With your only and last hope, being a God you know you have failed to please.
Your faith tested, cause you know you underserving.
Hanging by a thread, only believing he did not bring you this far to forsake you now.
Cause you know when you're doing right, and are almost there.
That's when things get unbearably hard.

Mbali Dlamini

As perfectly imperfect we are together,
          Fooled my heart wants to be;
                Hoping you God sent

It's terrifying that songs or poems can be written about you
Someone thought about you so much,
They had to write it down,
You played with their thoughts enough
They sat down and thought about it

~~
She rolls down the western edge
The bucolic Spiral path
Coincides with the horizon
Gray foot print
Slowly mingles with dark
As the Bats of evening find back to home

Gentle Breeze to dangle
Purple haze of Four O'clock
The Crossroads, Wait behind
Where to start, or what end is!
Poetry continuing as the falls of pain

Afternoon's Lyrics said good bye
Today's bright Star does not rise
What they chase during the run out!
Why come back again
Along with the known way!

Moonlit falls on the ways of Standing hill
Beyond the horizon
Dark fading, while
Lost love fusions with her colors
Across the Monsoon, Autumn, Winter
Finally the Spring is on the way
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

By Arcassin Burnham


I'm sorry,
I'm trying,
To make it right,
And all your tears can put out fires,
Lets spark a light,
Ive got nothing to run back to,
So isolated,
Choose to hate,  or can you choose,
Lost in translation,

Why do you take things to heart    in this life,
Why do you take things so personal,
I watched your heart melt
in my hands,
Now personalities getting very comical,
And still,
And still,
You take things so personal,
And still,
And still,
You use to be sensual.

There were different pinks blues oranges and yellow,
Her feelings were depicted in the sky.

She remembered that time you counted off the stars
With her; the ones so neatly aligned.

She was as lost and mesmerized
As she was in your eyes..
The set with different blues and yellows
She hated to admit it but you had her at hello.