The only tiny wish I said every time
I blew a dandelion
I lightened up a candle
I prayed in front of God
I threw a coin in flowing water

      is that I may not be a part of someone's happy moment.
But dear almighty give me that much strength to be a primer in someone's dark instant!!

Hello Poetry,
HePo, Hello Poetry!
Would you come with me?
Won't you? Would you follow me?

Take me to a world of fantasy
Reading poems all day
Writing poems all night

Hello Poetry
You are meant for me
You are just right.

I kept my hands over my ears
the reason behind is my country's tears..

They keep saying
we live in a country where **** and ****** are meaning less
Debating on politics and religions are mandatory..

It breaks my heart to read or listen words like this for my nation
But the problem is not my country but our thinking, perception, unity and Emotion..

Hashtags like #notmyindia have to be #iamnothatindian
Cause each one of us can dominate our motherland being politician or comedian.

One day I sat down in my bathroom,
Might be because of the cold wall behind me
Or maybe because what I just saw in the mirror
"the new me".
I saw a deep skinny girl apparently me
The thinness of the neckline scared my soul,
The pale color covered my whole,
Lips were darkened,
Eyes were dull,
Face looked like almost dead,
That day I felt the most lethal fear of mine.
Commonly named as BODY SHAMING.

First Time Around

First day I got around
I took a look around
Sight was marvelled
But also terrified
By this site

My feet wandered
I didn't find my place
Poets so established
Poets published
I was frightened
I didn't have the gut
I knew I was no poet

All I had were a few pieces
Of expressions
I took chances
I was humbled
By the love
By the support

From there I knew
Here was home
I just needed to be me
Transform all the pressure into respect
While I transformed the thoughts into words

For now I know this
I don't have to fuss over rhyme
The words don't need the rhythm
I don't have to lie across the bonnet
To come up with fiction in a sonnet
Is it just me or I'm not alone
To often misread He'Po
As Hippo?
Haha!

Mongi C. Nkabindze

I'm not something
that exists
only when you need it.
I'm alive
twenty-four seven;
Don't use me
to curb your boredom,
when your
plans fall through.
When everyone else
is tired of you,
what is going to happen
when I am too?

and a bell in its place
to some, no doubt,
a disgrace

it was to me, i must admit
but new light shines
in place of it

our front page is new,
brighter than ever
and now made by you

trending was all the rage
but (we all knew it) the algorithm
couldn't hold the stage

so now he'll do his part
to get your poem out in front
but that's just the start

next it's up to the community,
a repost, a heart or a plucky thumb
dare I say, it's up to you and me