S w i t c h

Happiness and love is a switch

It’s a mirror

If you ever lose it

By the entirety of its magnitude

You will feel it

The degree of joy you had

Becomes to that extent,

The degree of pain

No wonder why people are scared to love

Love hundred percent

Suffer a hundred too

You will not survive


Cure for Insecurity

A cure for a jealous lover
to neglect all her relations
to appease the insecurity inside
Talk about misconceptions of dedication
How do you honestly say you love her?
When you rip off every sprout in her life
You left her a one-leaf tree.
What satisfies you only,
Do you know love?



What if you had a friend who is sacrificing all, because she loves that guy and is dedicating fully and absolutely committing to him and going into marriage, because otherwise she’ll lose him and that is not an option. What would be your opinion about that kind of love? Is it dedication or imprisonment when you have to kill the rest of your priority list to secure the first and top of the list? Don’t know whether to take it as sweet and romantic or a great tragedy.







In my time of Dying

Songs of autumn plucked me from my branch

Floating in the wind and easing into gravity

Had been cut off from moisture and slowly drying

I was dying but at least for now flying

Landed on a peculiar treadmill as I walked on water

Surfing the tide of a river on a warm sunny day

Mesmerized by beauty underneath and a rush of breeze on my ears

Glimpse star sights of golden sand tarring surfaces of the world below

Gazing through the sparkly windows of clear water

And gasping for air in thrill from an augmenting treading speed

Mavericks of life were on a push back as I stared into the ibis

The sight of the impending waterfall had dawned on me

Was baptized by gulps in a harsh drowning

Under immense forces I was powerless to

Pummelled again and again till I was rendered unconscious

Nevertheless I still blobbed up the other side in a calm flow

Happy a second and glum the next as realizations flooded in

An irrevocable sentence of impossibility in ever being on a tree

My life was over it was a terminal diagnosis

And I waited to peacefully pass afraid of the next world

In my time of dying, I lived the life of a leaf.

Do you wish to be heard?

When  your voice is not loud enough to get heard

STF up and speak in tangibles

because words are volatile

and only cool temps touch the liquid

Can’t attest to the art of proof in gas’s existence

When selective deafness strikes

Screaming to the top of your lungs will only burst your larynx out

But material will testify on your behalf


Like dust in a  breeze

Grains of sand in a flowing river

They slipped past my fingers

Only my sight can reach them now

Call in my heart a wave of byes

A beauty which trigger memories

Reminiscing of our happier times

And a familiar feeling of what you meant.


Mosquito trapped in the blanket

A question recurred in pokes

Why you relate niceness to sex

And block all sweetness in transit

They want you nice after sex

And a punisher prior the encounter

But the bad boy on true colours

Ruin your self-worth mountains

Why you judge the books by covers

I don’t know why

Better a bad boy who gets you there

But that’s a lie

Doesn’t a 3 second punisher exist?

So why can’t a ruthless sweet?

Puzzled by some misconceptions

For existing in duality.

A romantic man who writes poetry

I know what they think me

You couldn’t be more terribly wrong

Why does it have to be a choice?

Satisfaction or maddening love

Why you think you can’t get both

I don’t know why.

Cards of Loyalty

Beautiful things exist at every corner

I learnt to take time and appreciate

But announce where my loyalties reside

I wouldn’t try crimes and depreciate

But pronounce royalties on my bed-side

Cautious Hearts

Reservations of a cautious heart

Are my golden likes she can’t say

 Faint manifestations of past hurt

In squirming Mic’s of tantalizing play

Uttering whispers of  voiceless notes

Captured by lessons of trust in fray

She says I am her definition of brilliant

But the words can’t reach my ears

Invisible Remarks

Your surround reverb vibration of invisible remarks

Reinforce esteems with unspoken compliments

That reflect a value you hold in the hearts of others

And a flint of gratitude that manifest in smiles never ceases to appear

It replies kind words warm to the ear:

 It says “thank you, I am there with you in heart too”.

Feathery Charm

She  has a Feathery charm of a Tongue

 that Tickles my Heart with Grazes

Of the most Humorous wiles.

She has a Feathery  charm of a Tongue

that Tingles my Spot with Passes

of the most Prowess skills.

She has a Feathery charm of a Tongue

that Mingles my Mind with Chaos

from the most Lustrous smiles.

She is Lust, Love and Mind sweeper.



Curses that come wrapped up like presents

Are messes that clutter my peaceful abode

Greedy behaviour for shiny things I resent

Of glitters I went after but inside was no gold


In classes of wisdom, my head was absent

Gorilla chest beat signalling in game accord

A master:

But  without a single trait nameable decent

Naively incinerated a heart I couldn’t afford


The ghost of mystical low was my presence

Goose bumps of some lost superiority folds

I had abandoned Himalayas  in my descent

But in my speedy ascent I rode a cautious ford


Careful of what I took pride in,

all the way,

Because the best of the low is lowest.

Call it a rebirth.

M I N D – T R A P


Habitual prosecutor of daily troubles

Invisible cuffs trap me like a snare

Torments that manifest in doubles

Dear waves serene my thoughts of despair

Ride the tide in laminar like  pebbles

Frozen Hearts

Prickly world of thorny matter

We learnt the hard way

Ways of the world

 Calculation in the name of protection

But more cold will never

Unfreeze a frozen heart.

A little warmth is never a cost,

But an investment.


Diamonds in the Rough

I was a flop

Your link to me pulled down

Why didn’t you carry me?

I am better now

Their link to me they fly also

I lift them up

Why couldn’t you stick around?


What a world I live in,

 criss crossed like poetry wordplay,

 the ones with interesting lives

 desire the normal ways

 and the ones with the normal

were bored out of their minds,

desperate for an interesting one.

Greedy much or covetous much?

Who is next to you?

Everyone in your life is there for a reason;

They have a purpose

Some are to lift you up,

 some to push you up.

some are to neutralize you,

 some to push you down,

and some are to pull you down

Classify who you get in contact with regularly,

 It is healthy,

It clears your eyes from the mirage of falsehood.

Helps you manage your precious resources

Ones you freely invest and donate, such as time.



Appreciations in form of a floor sweeping jaw

Coupled with splatters of involuntary drips

Of saliva escaping a jugular trapped in awe

From bliss nudity of half-built elliptical hips


Bulky gelatine wobbled in mesmeric tides

Of fleshy waves that gyrated back and forth

Brawny arms opened the gates of fleshy size

Hospitality of my hands said “hie” in touch


Tender a prompt that taunted me to spin

Favourite use spun rowdily in context

Talk of a tender heart versus a tender body

He connects with hands, she does with heart

Who should I write to? And write about what?


An eye fisher of  wobbly and tender thighs

With passionate lures of a mesmeric sights

Or  romantic feelings and heart- fuelled  plights

The experiences of tear and mend, rip and saw

Enticing  peruses of tender bodies in caress

Enchanting pursues of tender hearts in care


Hadn’t  found my perfect match yet

Her soul sang lullabies to my second eye

Eased the pain and misunderstanding endured

Her cushy warm body talked to my neurons

With sweet echoes of indescribable enchantments


She challenged the duality of such worlds

 In my life she split the veil

And synched to the top of both worlds

And I was forever satiated


I was a man of beastly nature with ravenous lust

But blessed with big tender heart.

I finally decided to hand you over the remote.




Did You?

Do you love me?

Did you make me happy?

 Or was I happy when I was with you?

Did I just ate the figments of my Imagination?

Just because it was a plausible reality

I guess the lines get blurry

Did I fall in love alone?

Only our hearts know the truth.

Love At First Sight

Searchlights beamed in an utter darkness

with a sheer blinding illumination

that tore some hazel retinas in splinters

and exploded our pupils

 but with carnal lust

 and some intense attraction pull.


Lavender lipstick girl fished my eyes


She torched my heart in reciprocation

with mirrored endearing glances

that spoke in a flirtatious banter

 of shared hysteric smiles

 that said : “yes,

I am thinking about it too”.



August Writing Prompts


The Bait I Bit

I often host a prime guest of blame

A ghost that strangles my credibility

In masks that stench drops of shame

Blend crime my strides in maturity


My gild saunters so ahead of my time

When my age take part in stupid things

In the name of cool I don’t partake in

Instantly cram label me a stupid beings


Pan faces never flapped much words in

Heard in a gush volume  in white noise

But the cram of curiosity finally crept in

Poised on my door with a seductive pose


I bit the baiting luscious fruit of juice

Eventually listened and did like them

Rolled my windows in a skidding hoot

And back stepped a couple of notches


But the late bloomers were finally ripe

Reflections of maturity on a rear view

I was right earlier on!

Was I trailing? Saw me stupid again.

But this time I was!

The Missing Piece

You massage my heart

With magically kneading hands

And masseuse prowess.

Your feminine wiles,

Your eyes,

And identity

Mirror my soul

Your voice,

Speaks to my heart

With echoes of notes

That tumble in air

And weave

Intangible material

That fill the gaps in my heart.

You complete me.

Ponder and Mystery

Deeds that speak tongues of care

Tumbled echoes of heartfelt notes

 Reciprocation may fill the void inside

But a stampede on the offered hand

Horse-watered the garden of fiery love

To a dry  lifeless a desert of bitterness

Now a cold blackened heart ponders

The mystery of the worlds intentions

Is  it  to  break  every  good  thing?

Wont conform to norm like a phoenix

But I will rise from the ashes

To flesh and blood moulded in fire

My heart will never die!


I had to shuffle things around

and get in impeccable order

this scattered rowdy clutter

Starting with efforts to get new wardrobe

But the swish wasn’t in the clobber

I hadn’t noticed how crystally noticeable

Was  this protruding rubble.

I had to get myself together

Swirl that Threatens

My life road an irregular narrow weir,

except that it was under a water surface.

Reason to or guess to,

next step at the risk of going under.


 Habits of staying stagnant,

one score,

At least breathing is still a verb of mine

 But awful at the same time.


 Just a little more courage to get it over with

but one miss step

would entail a sorrowful fatality.

And like dominos I would spiral down

a rabid hole

Of that convoluted twisted shit again.

Soul Mate

Deeper attractions go  beyond carnal appeal 

tingle my soul in vibrate alert

Analogous metered hand swept a degree

to tick a plank “viable soul-mate”


A voluptuous and spirited girl put to shame

The thesaurus list of adjectives

That even fathomed any effort to describe

her excessive kind of attractive.


She was exalted with a radiant angelic face

With an idyllic heavenly smile

Natures very own rainbow of  magnetic drizzles

Reflecting her calling soul


A sole sight my eyes craved to linger upon

She was good for the eyes.

Suspended my expressions that love is addiction

A sight for my sore eyes


Because of looming need for a genuine glimpse

Of a secure future

Because I couldn’t possibly imagine any hell worse

Than withdrawal from her.


But I couldn’t care less, I tumbled  for an emotional suicide

Because ain’t no advice

such as,

“Don’t live you may die”.

Choose !!!

Perspective is everything

The handcuff and the key,

Are you bound                               

Or are you free?

The context you take,

 It can either work for you

Or against you

Which do you choose?

The way of seeing things

Is never one

Find a better navigator.

Or a worse one

That’s free will

Pain or pleasure?

The choice is yours.


Boomerang lovers of words lost in the mail

Fumed of percussive rage  like snorting bulls

Ready to charge from  either side of the veil

Pawed the timid ground, but paused in mull


Pondering ramifications of impending wails,

From an eternity of ravenous hearts half-full

Imagining a world of violent thunderous hail

Paloma of magnetic hearts that blinked in pull


Buried the hatchet to celebrate the love grail

Submitted to the pan constitution of heart rule

Missed a horrid tour through the cells out on bail

And commemorated in lively carnal proclivities


Oxymoron’s in meanings of these definitions

Intuition shed light on intangible’s anomalies

Share is an analogous synonym of division

And the best happiness is shared happiness


But I have a constant poke that recurs in questions

That what kind of partitioning  doubles,

what you already got?

One Lonely Lantern: A Tale of Love

Pitch black is the original colour of a moonless night

Robs a peace of mind to an unsecure striding foot

A lighter puffs in sparks and pings a bleep of bright

And a soldiered lonely lantern went to a war of root.


Vanquished a loci of  darkness with beaming light

Illuminating  a pair of  lovers from head to boot

Gave a fighting chance to a saunter of plight

In a quiet garden that stenched of erupting moot


A  dark and handsome servant of decent height

Ravened  her impossible bride in a passionate hoot

In unison the land-daughter mirrored oscillations of might

With shudders accompanied with quacks of coots


Till the search party cringed green gates in hastily gait

A creaking sound sang boisterously to announce a loot

Alarmed lovers panicked to a springing air filled flight

Knocked aside and broke it, one lonely lantern blew out.


August Writing Prompts



Lured by a Luscious Bait

Lured by a luscious bait.
A curious mind can only resist for so long
Before it bites
It does and it’s dead
But it does not regret
Because a war of devious acts
And that of deception is a losing one
Everything always ends up good
Even the bad works for the good
It learns from it
And it never happens again
Becomes aware of what he has
What it traded for crap
And now knows its value
It cherishes and appreciates it
More than it could ever have.

Issues of the heart

My heart has more retinas than an eye
But trust demands “let loose and shut-eye”
Vulnerability is the thrill of trust
And  total liberty
Let loose and risk it all,
And be free from responsibility
If only we could be blind together
No amour and completely bare
Detach from the ground and soar
With no peaks and cheats.
I’m Cursed with a heart
I can’t stop to care
Self inflicted agony
From the origin of share
It doesn’t matter
If you do not concur
No playing games here
Like truths or dare
Time is bleak
It passes like a blur
Better not waste it
And share.

Circle of Life

Circle of life dangles of chains

I messed up  once

Marked as a behavioral trait

 I have a record deciphered in trend

Eternal bad treatment in protocol reciprocates

But if ever  the lime light ever shine on me

You’ll be the first to forgive

He is better now, we understand


A thick caucus of scarred hide is my skin

I was forged in the depths of hell

My fiery hands,                    

They blew heavy, engrossed in flames

Sucked out the fire invading my house

With oxygen deprivation on-fleek

My imperfect life shielded me from fiery arrows

Fell into trouble

I thanked the overdose of hurt and mistakes

Faced war of ravenous flames

But I was a warrior on his playground

I kicked life’s ass.


Aces in the deck in cycles of a sore deposition point.

Oh my God, I am so lucky.

Triumphed to be the first  lone conqueror of the house.

My fairy hands,

they dripped of pixie dust and glimmered gold in their wake

My perfect life brewed me a disastrous pot

Fell into trouble

I apologized for the lack of hurting and mistakes

Faced a war of ravenous flames

I am a fragile soldier of flimsy bones

Life kicked my ass.

Conduit of Flow

Textile some explosive bars that blow some ears out

 and ring some heads with a bang

Too good to let go for free

But charged with  transformative fuel

Selfish, couldn’t kill two birds with one stone

That which you hold onto, you will have

But it is clogging the pipeline of good things

Things that outlet through you

Be a conduit and embrace the flow

The birds will take care of each other

But your passion and love of the craft

Will shield you from hurt and ungratefulness

Until you’re ready to let fly the little you have

Flood gates of revolutionary better lines stay shut.


Do not tolerate a second with the Devil

Maybe that’s all he needs to bring you Down

Tolerate a second with God

Maybe that’s all he needs to save you


Do not anticipate intangible life masses

They do not obey the laws of quantity

Hope on a single percentage of chance

It builds mountains under the mercy

 Of the fluidity of the concept of its value


Important things in life are the invisible

we only describe them in manifestations

Everything to nothing, nothing to everything

But only a mere point of reference


Rely less on logic and under rare circumstances

Absolution in anything is non-existent

Logic sometimes becomes invalid

when reality approaches

Some perfect plans produce imperfect outcomes

And vice versa under the reality of intangibles

The Greatest Showmen



Fierce shows of those

 who Fantasize.

Wishes of greatness

in Magnitude.

To paint Over the Canvas,

that reside Inside

A haunting knowledge

of Existing Turpitude.


Attitude of

the little in Heart,

Latching onto

the great in Heart.

Leaching onto goodness

 of vast Resources.

Manipulating amounts

of External Forces


In intention

 to be Reciprocated

To an internal feeling

of better Value.

Trying to compensate

 for the Feared

Internal drama

 of a known Miniature Value.


But in reality

sucking dry the Bath,

That quenches

their Thirst.

Wrecking havoc

in all their Path.

Literally bloody



Talking good game

 That is never

 endorsed in deeds.

Literally bloody


The broken inside,


If you fall for them,

it’ll be your End.