Why do I have to make you love?
When your heart is so cold?
Why do I have to wait for you?
When you are not coming for me?
Why did my heart want you?
When all you do is lie?
Why did I go for you?
When a thousand want my side?
You were a flower, so touchable,
A beauty, so irresistible,
But they don’t want it to happen,
These people, the ones you regard to as your loved ones,
Until when will we move like this?
Until when will I keep these issues pending?
I am tired of keeping mum,
Ask them once and for all,
If they don’t need me,
I will walk away……..

STILL DEAD
A penny drops, Ting..Ting..
Ting
Into my pocket; into my
head.
Sound of two copper coins.
The sound of my survival.

Waiting is the game; waiting
For that sound.
Still I rise and head there
To give my sweat.
To feed their dreams, to
Fatten their ambitions.
To beguile their cashbox, to
regale their sympathy.

I am made to feel
privileged. Living under a
lucky star. A job.
As the month’s summit, I
look forward to the sound of
copper coins.
Tongue out, I salivate and
Gravitate towards the
source, pockets widely open.

One moon to the next.
Elnino falls, it gets cold and
hopeless.
I get scared, embedding
myself further into
decorating their dreams.
I beg and stick; emotions
Run high.
Yet, I hold ground. The
Modern Roman soldier.
My dreams neatly corked
Into my bottle shaped heart
From all the weight.

I am all the more
unconscious.
That with every penny
sound.
Ting..Ting..Ting
They buy my dreams, my
passions. I make theirs.
When I have the courage to manufacture mine?
Everyone has theirs.

STILL ALIVE
A penny drops…. Ting…Ting..
Ting…
Into my pockets; into my
Head.
A penny means success,
A penny shouts joy.
While the others go about their endeavors,
Staying alive and making money is all I need.

I run around the places,
Accumulating as much as I can,
Here I have 10 jobs; there I have 50 investments,
Still alive and yes, am breathing,
Making them drop in my pocket is all that I aim.

I have fed dreams, I have brought satisfaction,
I have sold quality, I have made networks,
I have catered for my family,
And the needs of the paupers,
So still I am, just like Bill Gate,
Alive and shining,
Waiting for one more penny drop in my pocket.

Who say we can’t fly?
Who says we can’t set up to the satellites?
Who says never?
Alive, I say ever!

I am made to feel
privileged. Living under a
lucky star. A job.
As the month’s summit, I
look forward to the sound of
copper coins.

What can be more fortunate?
Than the copper coins still making their way,
On my pockets while I am alive?

It’s like I can’t keep up anymore,
I can’t keep up with the ones around me,
I can’t keep up with the ones that always see me wrong,
I can’t keep up with the ones that bite then smile,
I can’t keep up with even raising my own self,
In this jungle full of snakes,
Ready to spread venom,
Why are the good always seen as bad?
And the bad showered with praises?
Why is it that trying much isn’t an answer anymore?
Why is it that pain never leaves the heart?
And crying has become an endless saga of life?
Why do the ones we love never love us back?
And the ones that admire us, we can never love?
Why is it that the people we do good to always turn their back on us?
Betray us, leave us in pieces,
And then when we go far from their existence,
They still tend to poke their noses,
On what? Our business again?
Still, I want to raise my head up high,
Like a princess,
Like a regal,
I want to let them know that even when they leave me alone,
Even when they take the back seats and start laughing at my loopholes,
The One Above, The Scriptwriter of every story,
Has promised never to let me fall down alone,
And if falling does occur,
The Magnificent, he has guaranteed
To raise me above all their misdeeds….

I remember when we first met,
You were dancing in the rains,
I took a glimpse of you,
And I was swept away,
I saw a spectacular cupcake in a world of muffins,
I saw a beauty face, a figure of endless affection.

You twirled and moved,
You were moved by the rains,
Little did I know that we were supposed to be connected,
Yes, connected by strings of destiny,
A soul-mate indeed,
Discovered at the most amazing of sights.


My soul was depleted before,
Torn apart, withering and dying from lack of passion,
Do ladies use innocent guys?
Enough of being a door mat,
My concentration was on you, the rain-lover,

As you swayed your body,
As you let the rain embrace your whole existence,
Who does that in this time and age?
You were really the one,
The number one, oh my,
The only one.

And right now as I remember all that,
I conclude,
I don’t want to be a punchline anymore,
For this joke we refer to as love.

One day they will notice you,
On that planet of success,
They will ask of you,
“Oh yah, she was a go-getter?”,
They will dial your contacts,
And try to reach to you,
You will suddenly be essential to them,
You will be the answer to their woes,
They will create traffic on your social media,
They will forget that you were from the Ghetto sometime back,
That you sought of their help but they found it easy to deny,
They will forget how much you kissed their *****,
They will forget, really forget, how much you pleaded to be part of their lives,
However, you need to remember one thing,
Only those that saw your storm,
Should see your rainbow.

Now don’t leave me all alone,
How will all the dreams come through?
I take a look at this beautiful carving,
I see your face smiling back at me,
When will this voyage come to an end?

Haven’t you sailed enough, my love?
Are you no more a mad lover?
What is keeping you away?
Come back to your real home,
I shall tame you like before,
Shower you with love and affection,
The shores are also crying with me,
For they have witnessed our love,
I have become a piece of that infinite night,
I see you in my sleep as much as am alive,
Come rescue me,
Let the voyage come to an end.

And the sea got me hooked like an addict,
Offering me pills that sooth and comfort,
Pills that leave me in fantasy and get me so deep,
This drug is letting me lose,
Making me build castles as large as the White House,
Let me drown in you forever,
For there is no cure to this addiction.