Modern Winds, Old Dust

Photo Credit: Alex|Pintrest

“It is time for fresh and boiling blood;”

Mumbled the big bellied man, looking through the side mirror.

Bubbled with a lusty smile and a mighty heave of desire.

He pressed the brake pedal and the Mercedes halted.

Slaying, she displayed wonderful side motions of splendidness,

Almost staggering, like an elf right after birth, in tall heels.

She hinted mastered receptive rituals

Rituals that seemed to bond with the suggestive Mercedes,

Not just for the first time!

I said to her, “Is it not late for today's classes,

And exams are due in a week's time, little sister?”

She gave me ‘go away eyes’, rolled them up, and she, she gave them to me; again.

“Don’t you have business to do, boy?”

And I thought to myself as they sped off,

“Just which of these roles did I perform?

Am I a grown-up “boy,” a custodian of outdated societal order,

Measuring life by the square and rule,

Or am I just a creepy idler,

Who pokes his nose into other people’s affairs?”

Sadique Kwatsima 

© 2018

 

Pavilion of Our Eternity

Source: Deviant Art

Like a season gives way to another,
our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come.

First, I thought it was part of a miracle
until I reached deep into my dreams, and hugged you in reality.

Like a theme in an old song,
I love thee. How do I love thee? I can't tell, I can't explain.

I was allured to the soft harmony with your graceful walk,
do you remember when you first walked to me?

The colorfully rendered contours on your dress
formed a flowing cascade of magical drapery,
expressing a mysterious secret:
a haunting, unsettled yearning in my heart, for you.

You looked into my eyes,
and I was drawn to your face's silent and magical features.
The very first moment, I wanted to touch your clean skin,
awe-striking!

Today, and for forever,

I want to hold you close like I am hope,
let our embrace press our promises like flowers in a book,
living to share our common love
in the pavilion of our eternity.

Source: Sugarmints artblog

By Sadique Kwatima

Copyright: 2018

Mama

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.

Altogether alone, we have fed on darkness,
Going through my growth transitions -
Full of shattered dreams
Full of broken hearts
Full of lost hopes.

But Mama,
when I was helpless at all these times,
you always let me collapse into your laps.
And your kiss, was like forgiveness,
Your embrace, was like new hopes.

Mama,
you carried me on your back,
taken me through losses,
through alleys full of sharp knife-edges,
never giving up on me.


Even in my cracked perfection, Mama,
you still looked at me, and smiled,
a smile brilliant like the sun.
Today, you're still the flawless light to me,
when darkness rowels my air.

And everyday, Mama,
we are always moving towards a beautiful destination,
with a distillation of our hearts and souls,
For onto this earth, you bore beauty,
and from this earth, you shall inherit beauty.

Every day, Mama,
I celebrate you, my heroine.

A Happy Mothers Day Dedication to my Mama (Rosemary, With Love) and all mothers in the world, and all those who play a mother figure in lives of men and women of this earth!. 

By Sadique Kwatsima
2018

My Nighttide Companion

 

Just the rains tapped the roof out of boredom.

Silky winds penetrated my light white shirt

And I felt the breeze caress me, like no one ever did.

I had just fallen off from the world, plunging into a dark abyss of nothingness.

A fire burned inside my heart,

And I fought, even though victory was impossible.

Fatigue plagued me like an infectious disease,

But I continued to hold on, to hold on what I believed was meant to be mine.

My eyes kept staring in the corridor,

Corridor that was filled with darkness

Darkness that swallowed everything,

Everything except my nighttide companion.

Stuck in a moment of inescapable terror,

I looked into my companion’s eyes,

They faintly shone red

They disturbed, they frightened.

“Sadness seems a place here,”

Barked my companion.

“Are you any happier, roaming in the rainy devil’s glory minding about people’s sadness?

I defensively asked.

“So what brings you here, at this nighttide?”

I continued, with a fake courage.

“How did he even know about my dry bread eaten in darkness?” I wondered.

Right inside me was a frightened child, as helpless as a broken winged bird.

“Might it be her?” He sarcastically asked, flapped his wings, and flew away.

 

Darkness!

An hour of darkness!

Tears profusely fell from my face,

Like blood from an open wound.

Why at this lone hour? Would my companion come back and explain more?

It was at this hour because dawn was yet to come,

The sun was coming; and darkness would have no room again; maybe until the next dusk.

The nighttide companion would never return; maybe until the next dusk.

But what if I just transfigured? Then not again, shall they ever return!

This is the end,

The resolution of the dilemma that troubled my soul,

Always to near perfection, give the soul what it wants even when all seem an illusion,

And when dawn finally came; I was a greater experienced man!

Sadique Kwatsima

@2018

Someday, Not Today

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 grief will always mourn.

My grief will always pant.

I will walk in this wide world,

I will trek to yonder and yonder,

I will trek beyond the grey horizons.

I will go everywhere seeking peace.

I will regret losing you,

I will cry for not being careful with you.

You’re full of grace,

The best human I’ve ever met, the one my heart chose.

So innocent, yet so lovely. So fulfilling!

Someday, not today,

If I lose you because of my folly,

I will go far away to wilt in my own silence, and shall never return again!

Sadique Kwatsima

2018

 

Sonnet 3: My Side, Your Side

Good things can be bad if you focus on their bad side.

Bad things can be good if you focus on their good side.

If you come on my side,

I'll show you my bad side,

But let you discover my good side.

Whether you stay by my side,

Or choose to go your side,

It's all acceptable, and I will abide.

Everything just has a dark and a bright side,

But it all depends on how dark is the dark side,

and how bright is the bright side.

And as usual, people will judge your side,

But you should never feel bad about being on your side

Because it's the best of your world's side.

Sadique Kwatsima
2018