Makutu

Dried rose buds, burning red Like my heart, aching for you, hungrily Your lips tasted like honey syrup, saccharine, heady Your name written on a paper heart, in a jar, sealed A bag of tea, lavender musk Stir, stir, chanting A drop of blood, spilled Drink, my love The spell unbroken Be mine alone, be…

Lolo

You are the memory I wish I do not forgetThe summer days we spent together, talking to the wind, not caring about anything elseThe favourite blue coat you used to wearStill etched on my mind. We used to have long walksYour footprints guided my every stepThe trees we used to sit under, all forgotten nowBut…

Under

Judging from the dirt in his feet and the crumpled bottle beside him, the man sleeping on the cold cement floor of the bus stop is obviously drunk or has passed out because of the weather. I didn’t think much of it, I see that shit everyday and people don’t care, we have our own…

The Sinner

Then you saved meAnd you gave me, freedomMore than what I asked for. More than what I deserved. You redeemed me, my LordYou took all my sins awayMy rotten self, you healed. A chance to change my lifeMore than a million timesMore than what I prayed for. Lost in the darkness, You found meUnworthy, yet…

Spring Day

Soft kisses,Unfaltering whisper of longingMy heart breaking in every moment lostWishing I’d see your face again, afraid to be forgotten Untrue,Scared that you might fly so far from meYour image keeps trembling in my handsI’m cold, lying helplessly on a frozen ground of loneliness WaitingEndless years of waiting, dreaming of youOn a spring day, I’ll…

Ocean

She's pretty, young and innocent Everything you ever wanted Your smile is different when you're with her There's a certain sparkle in your eyes I didn't see before. I threw all my love letters away, they're meaningless now The titles in my poems are now just a figment of the past you didn't know There…

Big Heart

Six times a week I saw him there. He was the first one to always greet me whenever I arrive at work. He is a big man. You can already assume that he is from Africa or Bangladesh because of his skin colour. His hair is the typical-curly-I-woke-up-like-this kind of hair. He was always the coy…

The June Love Letters

12:27 AM Hey, I saw you in my dreams last night. It was vague and surreal, like a fictitious episode from one of my stories, you didn't say a word, you just stood there and took my breath away like you always do, so easily. You vanished like a magical spell before I could even…

Alma

  God has created an angel An angel with no wings An oasis of impetus and comfort The purest visage of love   In the midst of all the chaos She is my sanctuary In an ocean of plangent noise Her arms are my tranquil   Her warmth and devotion built an in-frangible home Her…

The Versatile Blogger Award

Whoa! This is definitely unexpected. To be nominated and acknowledged again by amazing and talented writers all over WordPress is truly incredulous. Sometimes I think that I am not worthy of all these, but my heart is filled with adoration and gratefulness. I am so fortunate and proud to be a part of this awesome…