My favorite kind of people are not a certain group of people, who have certain skin colour, ascent, language group or whatever tags that segregates humans.
not eveything will follow
the natural order of things
you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your your thoughts run wild
the gap will grow wider, & the vacuum deeper but, you shall find joy in memories made.
he sat alone, on a heap of garbage –
age stricken: that’s one
hunger bitten: that’s two
sun burnt: that’s three
fate humoured: that’s four
It has been said that life is the most patient teacher. You will be presented with the same experience over and over until you learn the best way to deal with the situation.
Being naturally shy and withdrawn, I love to lift my self-esteem from a drowning state to a strong, feel-good-oozing confidence.
Commuters. Bus Drivers. Clients. Waiter. Hungry humans in the restaurant. A jolly little boy. Lame beggar. Stranded road users. It’s 10.48pm as I type this. I arrived home exactly twenty minutes ago. Why? It rained.
I am Jaachi.
Nothing bothers me.
You may call me carefree.
We’ve seen you dance, we know of your wiles and the sweetness ab initio of your subtle sting.
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life’s creatures.
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
He felt sorry for the ugly beggar, and even before the beggar asked, he offered half of the pears in the basket to the man saying, “I pray these pears are good for you.”
Ballon d’Or because i know my days are numbered like football jersey i run with the single purpose of netting the ball in the net soon, this 90 years of running around the sales pitch hustling from post to post dribbling past obstacles swift and slow falling on hay […]
Restraint accusing fingers,curious eyes,hushed voicescome crashing in like raging wavesknocking off the shadowsof self-control. you shut your eyesand let the mayhem slow fadeand drown in your yesteryears in the scent of akara frying by the roadside,the faint tick-tock, tick-tockof your neighbour’s grandfather clock.and the rushing sound of waterdown the drainto Aba river. in the […]
“here ends an awkward journey that began from nowhere, for it is I who do not exist”
The Last Butterfly “Poor little butterfly,” the young girl said. “Poor little butterfly.” Then reaching down slowly so as to not scare it away, she slid her tiny fingers underneath, urging it to step upon her hand. It would appear to anyone that this delicate creature was lifeless leaving behind remains of what once was. […]
dear me, why do you think about the moments that would succeed your departure? why do you feel more clarity than you’ve have never felt after birth in the beautiful peace that succeeds death? why? you will not be freed from the voices, from the pain, from yourself you’ll get trapped, as always, in the […]
The love you give… Last night, while chatting with a friend, I could feel the texture of her mood. It was dark. Rough. Unexciting. Sad. Inasmuch as I don’t like phone calls, I decided to ring her cellphone. Perhaps my voice, which she’s come to love, might massage the muscles of her mind until a […]