A tasty alphabets
are prepared and
healthy words are
blended in the kitchen
phrase are toasted
and sentences are
well cooked in
Safana's Poetry Kitchen

Water boils at 99 +1°C
In the kitchen on cooker
But poetry tend to boil at
unknown °C in the poetry
kitchen unless the readers
specified the boil of the
poetry in its boiling ***
in Safana Poetry Kitchen
(SPK)

Hidden inside a cave
With out the slightest of chance to come out
Only to be stronger
Vulnerability becomes foreordained
When even the purest hearts fall victim
For they are easily drawn to the calibre of iniquity

Had a dream holding you
Your cheeks dimpled
Had a nightmare that you were gone
All I could see was the beauty fade away
It could be strange
But it's you I long for
Even when the lights turn dim
All I see is your perfect little face
My pride
You truly are my human lily

I cry out of love
Say words out of anger
Promise never to fall victim
Yet i am easily taken away
Today i don't cry that i miss you
I only do so to free my soul off the burden of not wanting to move on
For that would be wicked and selfish not letting my heart create room for another
An all better land awaits
Just like bright light at the depth of the ocean