Till I stitch my broken pieces

Walking in love is a journey, A journey not for the weary, For those with hearts not faint, For a heart ready for the wait, One needs really be sure, A heart has to be true, For a love unconditional. My heart feels feeble, It’s a heart so fragile, It has learnt to love and…

Why Do You Cease to Believe?

It is written; Mary bore Him through the holy spirit, And on earth, man He became, To bear the burden and a generation to save, He suffered under Kings of the earth, So His pain would touch our hearts, And save our souls from eternal damnation. But why do we cease to believe? In His…

I Will Grow My Nails Again

I will grow my nails again, The former beauty shall I regain, This fateful moment to me is gain, Away from the beast, away from burdens, Far from weights that my morals bend, The sounds that pierce my virgin ears, Distant from the foul smell of their morals. I will wear my suffering with pride,…

My Favourite Colour

I love this very hue, It reminds me of things that are due, Some citric, others vitamins for you, The morning sun to ignite my day, A good time for farmers to gather hay, And for kids to begin their play, Yellow the spirit of my people from the East. It’s the colour of the…

If Only He had a Story

I’d have told you of Grandpa Of how he owned a big chunk of land “He’s blessed,” the neighbors said, Every kind of seed in nurseries he laid, But of what benefit is it? A hectare of arabica & robusta, An orchard full of species But rarely got to roll in artcafe And never did…

The Treasure Beneath

My brother can draw, Infact he’s aiming to grow, From people to crows, All that he has drawn. He likes his pencil. He’s in love with lines that makes his stencils, Dots he joins to birth a picture, With one pencil he brings out divergent shades. He’s so keen with his art, Though he’s only…