Monday, 11 September 2017
You do not make an eye contact with a thing,
Even though dead men don’t tell tales.
By a mad miracle,
Poverty assaults your ego,
And your heart and guts hung hooked.
Night comes black,
And breath deserts you,
Lifeless, a corpse, just a thing!
Tongues fall quiet,
When dead men finally meet.
But anyway, dead men don’t tell tales, they are all just the same.
My sons, Keep vigil over your blood And every day: invoke your forefathers To give you a living guide. My sons, Tomorrow y...
If we part today, honey, Someday, not today, We’ll all hurt so much, and feel so lonely. If I ever lose you today, My gr...
Just the rains tapped the roof out of boredom. Silky winds penetrated my light white shirt And I felt the breeze caress me, like n...
Mama, I have seen you stand by my side, for all of my life, when my heart was torn open, when my heart bled, when my heart rejoiced. ...