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Deprived

I’m not ready, she said
You have to be, he replied
And that was final
She, left neck- deep into the mess
Chained to the ways of the land
The daughter of the lake
A man she has to take
Father’s choice
20 yrs was the age difference
She complained she had another
But gods had decided
And their will she had to obey
She had been fed enough
It was time she got disposed
An item of trade she was
And a herd of cattle was the price
Who cares:
If he loves her or not?
If her heart melts for another?
If he’ll treat her well or not?
If he had a functional engine or not?
She had to be married
To the man who’d lost sight
But still had insatiable appetite for tender flesh
The three-legged man whose backbone needed straightening
He smiles, he whispers seduction but all she thinks;
“Old man you need a mouthwash”
Who cares?
She’ll get used
A herd of cattle wasn’t a small price to pay

Call the Taxi

Women are angels until they fall in love
After that their wings get broken
They become wingless angels
And then they become slaves
And blame it on love

Woman can’t you see?
That he beats you coz he’s afraid
He knows you’re worth more
Than he can ever offer
He knows as soon as your wings grow
Far away you’ll go

So why enslave yourself
And blame it on love?
Love is God
And God is freedom
If truly you know love,
Pack your bags and call the taxi
For you don’t know the hour of his coming
To knock off your remaining set of teeth.

Save your Love

They say that internal beauty
Is all that matters,
But the eyes are the windows
Through which they
See all the glamour within you

I looked at yours
I saw malice
There was an edge
Of murderous intent
Claws
Fangs
Poised to strike
To wound
To kill
For earthly fame
Dominance
And wealth
Who takes killers for spouses?
Save your love
For him

Cheater’s Flesh for Vultures

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I love you so much. So much that if this love died today, I would ask for your pair of hands.
We’d carry it to the crematorium and set it on fire. Dead love has no place in our lives. Our bones will be oozing with pus from slain promises and bruised trust.

With honesty; every ounce left of it, I will look in your eyes and confess that my heart loved you most. But, it is the ‘omnivorousness’ of the human heart that drifted my eyes from the single bird I had caged to the beautifully colored ones in the depths of the forest.

I would tell you of the nights I left a piece of my heart roasting in their barbecues and came home with painful scabs dried by a hot iron. I would also tell you of the hollowness this filled me with. The remorse I felt for having betrayed your trust.

I would tell you the truth. When I shed tears as you stitched my heart, it wasn’t because the anesthetics didn’t work; it’s because the gentleness with which you touched my wounds hurt me most. It was like poking the dying embers of my guilt and shame, making the fire too big for all the four chambers of my heart, still clogged with fragments of lies. My dear, you didn’t see tears, you saw steam of my evaporating inequities.

In the end, you’ll know I knew you tried to make me better. But hormones outweighed morals in my priority meter. He whose hormones do a shot for– slowly kills his own brain.

As the fire would burn, smoke will rise to the sky, sending a message to the creator that man had set apart what he’d put together. At this point, I will send a prayer for lightening to strike me, and God will not answer like he never does when I ask him for a contented heart. We’ll blame his grace.

I will then ask you, “Mercy, please stab me, kill me and spray my carcass with the ash of our love from the crematorium oven”.

Please don’t bury me. Feed me to birds of prey, Let my life be worth something. A cheater’s flesh is a hearty meal to starving vultures.

Please feed be to the birds of prey, give my death a purpose.

 

 

Finally….

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I swear she overdosed me with patience
The waiting was long and torturing
With hormones rising
Beyond control
Dominating my thoughts
My actions
And leaving me swathed
In lustful rage
The nights were long
Bedsheets were thick
With sexual annotations
Days were lonely and fruitless
No poems,
No gigs
Just wishes and yearnings
For a passionate ‘sexcapade’

Finally, she showed up
In short skirts and broad smiles
Her breath a blend of innocence
And eagerness to indulge
As she moved closer,
I stood my ground
Her hands reached out for my face
As kisses and whispers became deafening

The pants ripped off
Skin to skin musings
As mouth sought mouth
Wetness ensued
And thighs parted
Revealing cleanly shaven soft-centre
She gasped in pleasure
As she took it in inches
Flinching time to time
Groaning
Scratching
As feet knotted on feet
Her splash came up
Messing my pubic hair
And she pulled my hair
Scratched my back
Till it bled
I felt something build up
Something huge, voluminous
I heard myself moan
And Alas!
Her face half contorted as mine,
She received the lava in convulsive fits
As I wiped the lava off her mons
I knew Nirvana dwells in orgasms

I lost my woman

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We’ll start over again and again
The black soot in your heart
Peeled to the last layer

We’ll reminisce the beginnings
Before love become sour
And a lover became a villain

Let’s cry over what we lost
And cry some more for what we kept
So many spices got us lost
As the wind threw the scent
In wrong directions

You wanted us to be the best
So you aped the TV woman
An ass like J-LO
And lips like Jolie

I knew I lost you
A bigger ass spurred your insecurities
As broad lips lied to you
That you needed better
More silicone
More collagen

Now, I lay with you here
My heart broken
My faith shaken
How could they spoil my African Woman?

Whom will you love?
The media or me?

I’ll Let Go

One day I’ll master enough strength
To spell your absence
And live with the reality
in print

I’ll mask the heart you’ve hurt
This stupid heart that yearns
And aches for the gentleness of your words

Words that would weave an insult into berries
And serve them as thanks
For the travails I put you through