Corona Virus

The whole world was shut down

2020 was a year of hibernation

A powerful virus buried our loved ones

We were all in pain, and we mourned indoors.

A thousand lives were terminated.

It started like winds from the east.

Like a persistent insect

It took seats in all continents.

As if it was a demi God

It dominated everywhere.

As if its a human being

With a name and surname

It was named Corona Virus,

If I had power I would send it to Venus

Maybe it would be blasted to death by sun rays.

We had nothing else to do

We were locked indoors

We were all prisoned in our own homes

Even jail was not any different.

Give me time

Every second with you

Is worth a diamond for me

Please spare time for me

For I am dying for your affection

And you are my only selection.

If I could time travel

I would return to the same moment

I met you,

A moment that reminded why I was alive

Even though it took ages to arrive,

I am glad that moment finally came

To love and cherish you.

Give me more seconds,

Maybe more minutes,

Perhaps more hours

Or offer me more days

And even more years.

Forgive me!

Let me quit blubbering,

It’s clear I want eternity with you

For I am all into you.

The Author

If my future is already pre written

Then something called fate or destiny exist,

If what’s written is supposed to happen,

I need to read that handbook,

To stop experimenting with life

And live according to the script.

It seems the author doesn’t want me to read the script,

I am just a character in the timeline of a story,

Neither do I know the type of pen being used.

I am scared of the unknown but I am brave to face it

I fight not because I am strong, I fight because I have to.

No matter how hard I try, the thoughts of the author shall prevail.

Should I relax and chill for it is pre written of every action I will do

A higher dimension

I used to hear stories and even recited fairy tales.

” once upon a time” All stories started this way until it became real.

Most people in the world only see what’s in front of them,

But I have been opened to see further and beyond,

If I tell a rational human being, he can call a therapist for me,

I am insane now, in the eyes of the world.

They say I have hallucinations

When in real time it’s another higher dimension

I quit making the world understand me,

For they don’t know that all realms are here on Earth,

Who will unlock for them if I can’t. People are not civilised enough

To see this dimension.

I don’t care how much you judge me,

But don’t call a therapist for me

For he is equally not qualified for this dimension.

Love-ships

We turn our relationships into ships

And we all  name them love,

But the storm in the sea is not smooth.

Some drown their ships into the sea,

Some even decide to jump into the sea,

Some choose to jump to other uhh,

Some decide to stay on the samhh6 the hi hhhh hie ship for life,

Yet the storm in the seas neveruyo change.

It seems there is nothing as real change,

Until we change how we siail.

We don’t want to be told

How to sail our ships

Even from those who once sailed before us,

We even don’t want to listen to those who drowned,

Yet they might inform us how we can prevent ourselves from drowning,

But we turn a blind eye because we are scared that they will drag us to drown as they did.

How then can you blame those who don’t want to leave the shore,

For the news about drowning makes them want to stay on the land,

Yet there are high hopes to enjoy sailing the sea.

The promise for sailing smoothly is well preached,

Yet it disappoints people along the way.

You will have to eat lemons and oranges along the way.

It’s too bad this journey does not have an induction,

Even if it had, few people would go through the process.

We just sacrifice ourselves into the sea,

Whether we are skilled or not but what I know is that,

These ships are not places for luck,

They are ultimate sacrifices for an entire race.

If these ships are bewitched then that’s the highest form of witchcraft,

For we live for them and die for them.

My crush

It started in summer

On September twenty eight.

The day was normal

Like any other day

But I had never felt so drawn

To someone like that before.

If I was a patient in hospital

I would definitely be on life support

Because you took my breath

away at first sight,

The crush I have on you

Has only been two years

But I feel like it has been

An entire lifetime.

My lungs so hot like coal and

When I over think it, I might fall.

It’s hard for me as any other girl

To tell you how much I love you

But if it’s suicidal to do so

I have already done it.

Even though I am blushing

But I don’t regret telling you so.

My loss

She needed validation

When I thought she needed attention

Maybe I stayed in my thoughts too long,

For I ended up doing it wrong.

She needed my support

Something I didn’t provide

And her emotions were like a boiling tea pot,

It was already too late, she couldn’t take it any longer.

I hoped she would be mine forever

But look at me, I lost my life saver. I thought I had it all but I fell down like a small stone thrown into a gorge

This is me trying

The mistakes I did

Were results of good intentions

I know good intentions

Doesn’t guarantee me

To be forgiven

But I am hoping honesty will

Unless honesty can imprison me

I would have done another mistake

Of believing my childhood lesson

“The truth shall set you free”

I had never been the best

But I am better than when you found me.

Even though you cannot see

The improvement now.

I can’t promise you that

I will not make any mistakes

But I will keep trying.

My therapist told me

“Try and fail but never fail to try”

 This is me trying so hard Babe.

Out of focus

We all love to be number one

It makes us competitive and divided

So as to win as individuals

Yet we cannot collaborate

To win and celebrate together.

Are we out of focus to see!

We love to be showered by presents

Make more than a dozen friends

Just as much we like to receive,

Can we have the same spirit to give.

Are we out of focus too see!

We don’t like too much sugar

Neither do we like too much salt

But we never complain

When we get too much love.

Are we out of focus to see!

My old lady

I understand you no longer

Feel beautiful as you used to do

And I am not going to lie

And say you are beautiful

As you used to be

But becoming less beautiful

Doesn’t make you wanted any less.

You  have no reason

To feel insecure anymore

I used to be handsome too.

Look at my bald head

Yet you still have shiny hair.

Your petals got me to the nectar

But I have never left since then

I used to enjoy your beauty

Now I enjoy your beautiful soul.

We are growing old but not useless

We are just like wine which gains significance by age.

I am still here to cherish you as you cherish me,

I am not only saying good things to make you feel good

But I am saying good things because you are good

And it makes me happy for you to feel good.

Let me clear all your tears and absorb all your fears

Hold on me tight for it’s no longer a time to fight.

Let me take you to the dance floor

For we are about to dance like we used to do in the late 1980’s.

Always remember that it’s hard to be a happy husband with a sad wife.

Be happy for me to be happy too.

Give me your hand and let me walk with you towards the dance floor

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