The Luncheon of Rains

Like an uninvited guests is begins its course of “sspwwahhh”

And little by little its strength bangs the skies and the earth

For the beloved next is waxing in my shoulder

And the road to the table is next

When the callings of the floods appear

This crisping hope begins to disappear

Like a leaf shelled off its parent so bred into a desperado

Hoping that it was never the luncheon rains

That cuddled the pocket tsunamis

O luncheon rains,

Business has become stuck and the phone calls coming are wilder and cold

Giving new instructions from the resilient boss

That the end is near

That my lucks become as much as milking a hen

And I keep inquisitively looking at the skies counting the unseen stars

Pondering, when will you stop?

On This Cracked Road

On this cracked road have I intrepidly trodden,

Burnt my own will and risen like the sun, shone like the moon

Surrendered and blazed

For this inner serenity must I dare taste ever and anon!

The wilder winds gall as if the world’s offers nothing fair, while

The dry season’s scorching heat defile like what knows no nature

And the chained ones mask in drenched sweat

Like the enslaved, their feet mutter and clutter the baked soil

Clad in rags and gracefully eating a rats meal

For they were unfaithful to ponder over their masters mischief

And since they aren't escapologists, for they are the hunter’s meat.

On this cracked road

Lies the walls of brevity and grossed fear

Beyond the ‘mansions’ of those lumped eyed skinny children

Where being a woman’s profane,

Sacredly expected to cling and warm on misguided torture, rape

And as the god’s wink in shame at her honor waged deaths,

Another God wonders what’s become of his vicegerent.

On this Cracked Road,

Tiresome and tear some it keeps erupting

Giggling as I perish, but Nay!

So has my soul hardened like a frozen rock, and

No matter the hurricanes or trenched ridges encountered

Have I vowed to continue,

Continue to derange myself with love in love to love

To be that serial drunkard hold unto the glass of caged peace

Paradoxically waiting for the apartheid to vanquish in resistance

And his soul rests in open freed peace bred space.

Because…!

In the paths of shaken identity

Far away from the woods of the wanderlust

Where those little birds nested and hatched

Where the jumpy rabbits reclined in joy

And the deer recollected

Is the same path that I met you actively gait like a peacock

As I was walking aimlessly and trouble troubled

In search for a life

Never to waste myself with the time wasters

And since the discovery telecasts have turned the pages afar

For you is all I want untimely and ultimately desire

And from the jungle to the mountains we can seek a haven

Till nature pleases the traces of its fate

“O You Word!”

In the springs of hope

In the rackets of delight

In the Nights of flavour

A voice is calling

Calling beyond the sieged wall

Like a chameleon trampling on a thorn of peace

Twitched to make it scorching brown

Meandering upon the searched answers

O beloved wilderness abundant

East West vast not enough for me

Like here in my little cave

For comings with divine and divergence

For thy stay conjugates a melodious heart

Far richest from the world’s best crystals and treasuries

O you word, word of divine mysteries of love

Full of love and wined in love

Love -love loving and itself more than love,

For this your words spread from the deserts of divine calling

And I romantically wish to listen last lasting

For the next seconds I possess none of its keys.

How Now Boiling Pain?

Oh thee Boiling pain

Your venomous rail of fire have trampled all over my body

Making me a servant of grossed attention

Like a withered petal at dawn

Left unnoticing none of the yellowish-blazing bright sun above at sunset

That once came to life

Came to perish

I speak to none and feel none but only you

Your grossed powers have conquered all of my chambers

Engulfed even the very deep corners of those pounding chambers

And since no part escapes your rancor

Your boils vow to extend these servitude pains

And now I am brut and bears the brunt

Like no good has ever reached me ever since

How now boiling pain

Cracked and demolished you’ve bequeathed

Your quenching roots are like a volcano forced out

You tame yourself through me like an earthquake

Shattering in midst plains, valley and those unfortunate cities

I feel and I feel not

For I have turned out a mortal-immortal like material

Because your grumbles and parasitic guest hood have made me numb

O boiling pain paved itself in this Rift Valley body,

Desperado you deem to subject me indeed

Like an incumbent storm that has swept across all the fields

Your visitation purports only evil and discomfort

But I despair not!

For thou will disappear like dew

Fly away like vapor recalled

My soul fears not your whims of deception and delusion

Here it comes standing firm in every boiling point in me

That my conquest will thrive and your battalions be destroyed

For I will stand again!

How now boiling pain

Proud be not, for the East West, North South belongs a dominion

None reacheth but the soul and it’s rejoined

Thee conquers me a little to test taste your spells of venom

For that’s trivial

For the Most Merciful Peaceful is with me

And by letting your impatience to take its course

You will vanish like you never existed

Like you never came

O thee boiling pain!

Written on 11^th Nov. 2012; Time: Around 10:16 PM

Money Paper Adornment

My migraines are pounding and I wish they could cease

But they cease not, for the thought of you scoundrels

For thy face is double patched like a stealthy misery beggar

And with good you water the mouths and defile the recipients mind

But with evil you have corrupted entirely everything of the caretaker

The air you breathe is no more what our ancestors heaved

For the stench of your glamour and melancholy reign high

The similitude of your sweetened hidden evil and confidant good is so transparent

That hearts rest and reign in rancor, dispossession, cold blood and shunned brotherhood

For the sane insane indeed

O money- a transformed modern paper adornment

So golden than gold, so silvery than silver, so bronzed, coined and eloped flat

Coiled with the recurring evils from the past

Thou’ came here to carry the world afar

To where the souls are traded for admonition or redemption

For mine hangs in the balance

Like a solemn sparrow it wonders wander and travels obliviously

For the Most Provident is nigh

For the adornments are timely tests and visitors like a couch laid on.

Was written on 05^th Jan. 2013    Time: Around 12:40AM

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The Last Of Those Little Nights

The winds blew west and East

All eyes mounted with allure and passion

And continuously scorned my moves and motives

For this friendship forsaken

For this untidiness in love games I play, made created strangeness

For my silence is too far but where West lies,

For the longingness of the old days winked and smiled

Like the days we clustered and ran in the gooseberry fields

Like two angels inseparable

Never Never Never!

It was the last of those little wavy nights

That we gave up everything and I surrendered

Like a broken Lilly I hoped for more

Only to wake and I'd been left me a gift of swanky jacket

To keep away the cold of the Ugandan wetness

For the strangeness cast into marriage and couriered to the East Asia

For I was an island now left hopelessly hoping
And the future is surely unknown

Surrendered and Willed

In the reigns of hope and disaster
In the traumas and illusions of time
So does melancholy take its insured toll

For the future is quite unpredictable

In the saga of rise and in sages of trust
So does a mixture a confusion of ideas peak and park
For the presumed unfairness of the world is a just evil
Reckoned to be fought
For the motivated self mounts fighting endlessly

Nay, o you traumatized soul
For the awakening’s dawned near with the love birds gone bewildered
And like falls and fountains enthusiasm builds quite stronger
With elated vibrancy have I have surrendered
Cast the faced past of troubles and ready to future
For this seed of change sprouting and blowing trust inside and in every pore of my skin
Leaves me like a candle in flames ready to light for a century

Here I come

Here I come
Like a Lilly that grows and floats on the lake
Like a dove that flatters its wings causing awe, harmony, and expectations
Here I come...

When the clouds mince coldness
and little words spelled out of the cage
rolling pearls endless seek haven on the bottom of the ocean
Making nature attacks to let the ostrich crave for its eggs, peacock with pride swing its tail wide
There comes you my heart to its Mightiest endless whispering living whispers
Living whispers that never fade like narrow paths of mystery

That Here I come...Here I come indeed!