Archive for the ‘Wordsmith’
The Mystery of the Goatleg Pepper-soup
Nestled comfortably in her posh velvet couch, Tope leafed through her teenage diary in reminiscence and content. She had been pampered and therefore happy every moment of her exuberant life by her super-rich parents, bribed teachers, favor-seeking friends and finally, her puppet of a husband. Her doting parents had taught her early in life that [...]
The World is Rude
Something has gone wrong Nothing is going right Worry is the constant thought Sad the plight The world making sure Of your wrong’s reward you get a fat bite I don’t get this yet How life is forced out of body The will to bend To speak How the mind can’t intend Nor plan Deeds [...]
Who Will Learn to Reach Out
With all the sounds of music playing In melody and harmony Our ears are not listening. With the dazzling pictures of arts, In beautifying colors, Our sights are blurred. With the lively sensations around, In pleasures and pains, We are not feeling it. We walk the streets, Seeing and smiling, Hearing and humming, Speaking without [...]
Because You Stepped In
I was confused, I was lost, I was in trouble, But you stepped in. If I had trudged on, I would have been burnt, I would have been seared, But you stepped in. When I think of you, It’s true joy, There’s no pain, ‘Cos you stepped in. If I could start all over again, [...]
This Christmas
There have been births, bringing it’s joy, celebrations, and responsibilities as well. It marks the genesis of a life. In a quest to change the earth and mankind In its own capacity from the births of Abraham which we never knew of through to Isaac, which came as a product of faith to the Nations [...]
Alone With God
Shutting myself out of all the cares, troubles, praises; They are but a load on me I don’t want to be a normal visitor but alone with You only . Dropping the crowns, treasures and raiments at the outer yard for I know, they wont matter when I am with You, I just want to [...]
Let It Be Done With Love
Our hands are dirty From the plays we childishly refuse to leave And we are not only dirty But will contaminate all that is touched If you must wash your hands You can do it anyhow you can But let it be done with love Standing on the balcony Overseeing the world And its annoying [...]
I Will Still Rise
Humbly I come before your throne With dirty hands that need to be washed And broken bones that have to be mended I have inflicted these blisters on myself And now come to the seat of mercy I do not know whether My space will be spared But I’m assured that My life is totally [...]
