Walking through these paths
A walk I feel I have taken
These memories
Why do things keep repeating itself?
I remember
This familiar feeling
This feeling
A feeling of before
These empty thoughts
Haven't I been here before?
These significant signs
I have seen them before
I had this dream
My reality,
A repeat of this dream.
Looking around
Seeing new things
Haven't I lived this before
De Javu,
Why do you keep coming back?

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Today I might be filled with rage,
tomorrow I might be too rude.

It's cloudy today,
and all I can hear is the thunder.
It might be better on Tuesday,
but all I can do is wonder.

I looked up at the dark night sky,
and I remembered that star.
Which had caught my eye,
just like a blooming flower.

Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Right now I am too happy,
the next moment I might be too sappy.

One heart meets another.
They begin beating together in time
   That sense so new
   So many things to do
In perfect rhythm... Perfect rhyme...

One mind encounters another.
They begin to search and explore
   Thoughts, ideas and proclivity
   Perspective, opinion and tendency
Similarities and differences to adore.

One person touches another.
Electrifying each person inside
   A feeling for the ages
   Defying the wisest sages
Deep within the soul now resides.

Two meet and verily become one.
Never too late... Never too soon
   A love is created
   In every way related
in this moment, perfect... atune..

Need no *****, need no drug,
what I need is just a hug.

Boring routine, unexciting WFHs,
Sitting all day on computer,
just gaining weight and cursing China,
puzzled head coding and solving bug,
what l need is just a hug.

Missing the taste of Biryanis,
all those extra cheese pizzas,
above all that exotic street food and chai,
Even a simple bottle of beer.
**** this Virus is a real ****.
Need no fast food, need no *****,
Still, what I need is just a hug.

I need you close,
I need you here,
just beside me near,
spread your arms, cover me like a shrug,
I just need the warmth of your hug.

Can you touch it?
Can you hear it?
Can you taste it?
Can you see it?
Can you smell it?
Let me ask again.
Can you touch the broken shadows?
Can you hear the painful bellows?
Can you taste the bitter truth?
Can you see the dreadful youth?
Can you smell the putrid words?
Can you feel the movement of one’s action?
Can you perceive the sensation of your nerves?
Now let me ask again.
What can you do—
In a world that went through and through?
What can you give—
To a person who is desperate to live?
What can you...

having a savior complex as a defense mechanism
only proves your naïve nature to be in bloom
do not sacrifice yourself to assist my growth
if you have been choking buds from blossoming
desirable only under your own timing
strategically planning how to keep me -

to escape your cruelty would be my first destination
along the roadmap: "Putting My Heart Back Together"
stop basking in your anger
quit trembling in your wake
halt feeding our flame you so desperately yearn to keep alive
as if your flicker could burn down mountains
I have built around myself -

season's change will wither your mal-intent
revenge budding with debris and pests
vermin desperately seeking attention
temptation licking at my ankles
keeping my eyes forwards
this being no trip for me in any regard
but an unpleasant stop along the way -

these hornets I have mistaken for bees
thorns thought to be flowers
at first being destructive in the face of opposition
now I offer honey instead of vinegar
this time I will not suffer lonely -

feeding into trembles in my pulse,
letting your words stain blood
coursing through my veins,
too easily I give in to the silence between beats,
my heartbeat -

oh! my poor heart,
this tired thing that won’t stop me
using my soul as a guiding light
instead of fires you set forth
can be a tiring task
but well worth the hassle
even while traveling alone.

A poor person always quiet,
He can not speak his pain to anyone,
But he wants someone to understand.

All the day and night,
They worked for us,
In the heat and dust,
Still we don't talk with love and respect,
And
They still keep quiet.
To wait that
these people will change sometime.

A poor person also have some own needs,
But when someone needs,
they help them,
With the money, food , and shelter,
And also with their heart.

Don't know how these people are,
who don't even understand each other's pain.
But they still keep quiet.

I do not know how,
These people can keep quiet all the time,
And
We should learn it from them,
That how they survive with their pain.