Astavidat In Ashtad

A low hum of a living breeze

Like a hymn,

Soothes vivacious trees and flowers and grass

Into a mystic enchantment

In a broad blessed splendor

Above, the three moons stoop.

One entrust, a mug, but Astavidat!

Astavidat turns bloody

Devoid of life and feelings

On a bench,

His arm around her bare neck

But the enslaving luster

Pours from Astavidat, showering her, Ashtad.

Craze, she turns craze

Ashtad the new Astavidat abode

Free and mindless

Devours his soul, a cold blade deep in his heart!

Sadique @2017

Waiting

 

I am waiting to feel your hand upon my heart

And meet your love that is like a maze

Breaking this barrier of distance and time

And find nothing has changed.

Though am not used to this waiting,

But for your love, I am anticipating.

And in the reflections

Of your nascent smiles

I want to see our love's image

I'm sure I am not alone in this fate

But yours heart too is living on the edge

Of our vast love and life changing

A crutch to lean on

And lift each other when down

And dwell in this common charm

Sadique Kwatsima

THE SECRECY OF STRENGTH

Strong winds do violently shake trees,

The wind still goes away.

Though some are left uprooted,

And others broken-unselective parts,

Some grow again, others never fight on.

Again and Again,

Standing trees are still shaken

By the haunting ghostly winds

But they choose to stand on

And this makes nature beautiful.

But the uprooted ones are thrown into fire

And soon are all forgotten as their smoke fades into the skies

Their strengths lies in the depth of their roots

And not the greenly flourishing shoots

And they know what to cling on

To beautify nature

And leave a Legacy

And not be forgotten on an overnight

Saddie

BORROWED VOICES

SONNET: A personal moment during a nature walk. What do I see? What do I feel? To whom am I talking?

BORROWED VOICES
A moist calm cloudy evening
I stare at your ripples
Seated by your shores
Your calmness holding my emotions
And my heart turned into your untouched linings
My eyes are married to your unruffled surface
Joining the lonely floating clouds
And i wonder,
Do we have a common thought?

And so i chose to stay
Losing my scent of ever adventuring knees
But live in your enchantment
And listen to the inner borrowed voices
Hidden under your water, shaping my thoughts!

The Adors of Success

Times come when things fall apart,
And a wall seems to be setting you apart.
Do not be torn apart,
Even though the victory from you seems far apart!

When your eyes glow dim,
With everyone looking at you grim,
And so high is the wall’s brim,
Keep on chasing the dream!

Go an extra mile,
Keep on with a smile,
Because it is an added file,
Over your competitor’s pile!

Climb up the top,
No matter how many times you tumble from the top,
Till you grip right tight at the top,
Watching out not to drop!

When you become an icon,
Reach out for the horizon,
Watching for the devil’s beckon,
Not to be trapped in its weapon!

And there pick up the success,
Long fought for in excess,
Henceforth live to serve high ideals,
Upholding your ethos!

By Sadique K. 

THE DUEL OF FATE

In the long search, an insatiable search for a mate

Sprawling in the wilderness of sentiments

My eyes tumbled upon, what whom I thought

A wingless angel, heavenly sent

That almost compelled me to go and tap

The curvedly-waist conformed ample back

And have a clear scene of the angelic face

On the turn of her neck, well set high.

My heart was baked in love at first sight

A belief I never knew was real

And this surely gave me a reason

To believe this

And develop a courage

To face the destiny, a fortune in disguise

And see it come to an appellation

Of The Duel of Fate

A fate hidden in the stars of the night

Sadique

I KEEP COMING

I keep coming, however much I fail

It's not a routine thing, but a heart's will

Despite the many bruises in the battle

I find a reason to fight still

Till we both grow a common wing

And fly with the same thrill!

Many a time, I've tumbled off your wall

And even my little faith has almost faded

Giving up the fight, but I remember,

It's never the size of the dog in the fight

But the size of the fight in the dog

And my last debilitated breaths 

down my chest pushes me for you

Crippling my life, a slave of yours

Even on my death bed, fighting for you!

I still believe in love and wonder

And the many failures, spark my desire

For winning you even more

That's why I keep coming

Forgetting at times, that it's a nightmare

But the other crime ain't fairer either

Because giving up on you

Is a cessation of my existence, suicide!

Queen, I keep coming because I need you

And I'll keep coming till I own you

Make you comfortable in my lovely bowers

Bowers of innocent harmonizations

Prodding an incantation of an endless bond

That we both shall live to taste

The sweetness, the smiles, hugs and tears

From our spring, defined by you and I 

My love: Success!

By Sadique Kwatsima