So i write!
Broken glasses on the floor.
Why haven’t you spoken to me a week?
We finally got together but it feels like I just lost you.
In a haphazard manner, I designed the glasses at the doorstep.
I suddenly want to hurt you,
Feel my pain and my desire for you,
In this evil sketch, there must be a wrong line.
I hurriedly pick up the glasses, you mustn’t get hurt,Not a scratch.
What God teaches about love?
Love a neighbour as you love yourself.
Walk through a trail of broken and then prepare it for a soul.
I have a heart, it’s filled with love.
My heart may waiver,but my faith won’t.
Fly away like a bird,
Savour your world like a freed prisoner.
Am lost for words, the letters are hiding.
My heart is being weaved,my soul being brushed.
Am being mended,
A broken piece made whole.
Perfectly designed to fit into Christ’s side.
A good piece to be put in place for the purpose of thy creation.
The time is fast approaching.
The bells will soon be rung.
Wake up o sleeper.
Look into what is important
Merry or Mercy.
Love or lust
Need or want,
A purpose well fulfilled,
A life well spent.
Put up the curtains, the show has begun.
Play your part, and win thy life.
All too soon, the curtains will be put down.
When the director takes the stage.
AKONI ; THE BRAVE ONE
AKONI THE BRAVE ONE
Maybe he wasn’t trained with bow and arrow
And somehow the war of life caught him in the narrow
He is *brave*
So he never thought of hiding in his shadow
The war of life he faced…
In his attempt, he was struck
But never was he destroyed
The one whom his supposed warriors left behind
Little did they know that his speed is HIGH
At a Spot, fire came from nowhere
Akoni courageous he gave no care
He passed through it and came out shining…
One by One he crossed them out
The Darts that faced him with doubt
Just that they thought he his not fitted
But *AKONI* can never be defeated
NOT MY WISH
NOT MY WISH
The scar you brought
The hurt you left
Forcefully have you made it happen
Against my wish…
The memory of the pains couldn’t fade away…
And my Pride you took away
Don’t blame her too much
Her before is enough to bring her such
The fear of her now and later after that awful touch
Once upon a time, there was a Twelfth
A day she thought her dream will melt
Maybe that was her last chance, She felt
To the feet of defeat
All of her dreams she left
Tick tock: The clock sounded
Longhand on Twelve
Shorthand on Five
That was the exact time it clocked
Such a time she wouldn’t have wanted
A time she concluded her pursuit has been blocked
There came another Twelfth appearing to her like the same
My dream melted a long Twelfth ago, she said
So there is no reason to go for it anymore
Tick tock: Another 5 O’clock
That was the time my pursuit was blocked
A belief she never ignored
Only if she knows
That her past Twelfth is gone and never coming back
That her former 5 O’clock has ended it’s duty
Only if she has an idea
That there was once a lot of Twelfth before the experience of her own former Twelfth
Maybe if someone tells her
That any Twelfth that comes her way henceforth is now a new one
A new Twelfth she needs to do something new with
Maybe if her eyes will be open
To see every new 5 O’clock as an opportunity to open her blocked pursuit
Maybe: Just Maybe if she understands
That every Twelfth and 5 O’clock will surface over and over again in their own newness