I have everything and nothing.
A facade of a good life, but
full of murky shadows waiting to
pounce on every single chance i have
But is it true happiness?
is it a social dilemna?
or its simply loneliness in disguise?
A wild thought begetts doubt and
doubt begetts ingratitude, thus,
a lone-wolf is born.
I still feel whole and empty,
full of life and yet without meaning.
Neither a glass half full nor half empty,
rather without water,
But still makes a beautiful sound
when one sticks and slides.
So maybe there is hope after all,
but the greyness still resides inside me.
Hearing her speak,
your heart melts.
The sound of her voice is like a sweet serenade
and the feel of her touch is like two heartbeats in sync,
When love is in the equation,
then you would understand.
Her gaze, her scent, her laugh
and her spark it’s just magical.
What more could you ask for?
Watching the sunset with her as the day unfolds.
Watching as the time of tomorrow is being written
in black and white,
I could wish for nothing more.
I want her today and tomorrow and the next.
Watching the day end with zest,
an unknown feeling just because i have her
by my side.
Reminiscing the days we were One and still is,
the days you so full of light, of love, of beauty,
just can’t get enough of you.
Cuteness by Saleem Mbwambwa
The sweet taste of love,
the doves are my witness.
Warm and gentle your arms around me,
Am i the luckiest guy in the world,
i am overwhelmed by your kindess.
You and me in the never ending moment
an undying commitment.
We are two souls lost in each other’s eyes,
and i don’t think i will ever be ready to find
lovestruck by your cuteness
Tidal waves gushed away my broken dreams
and new thoughts began cooking inside my mind.
A step forward and 2 steps back,
thats how i thought life is.
A new perspective of a better tomorrow,
am i too broken to dream?
“Keep moving!”, a faded voice
inside my mind kept pushing and pushing,
towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
Havent i pushed enough?
havent i put my all?
Havent i exhausted my wishes,
“Keep moving!”it uttered again,
and once more.
Now, two steps forward and a step back,
a new perspective of a rainbow after a storm.
But isn’t if i am at the far bottom i have every
reason to get up, to keep Moving?
Dust on my shoes, a long journey ahead
and as birds sing along the road,
and the trees providing shelter and rest when
thoughts of returning start to creep in,
that voice again utters,”Keep moving”.
I guess its not over yet for me
Your eyes shine on every full moon
Even in the coldest nights, your smile brings warmth.
Your laugh puts my mind at ease.
The moonlight spreads through the horizon,
and your beauty captures every essence of it.
Your wildest self comes out every night to play,
i can’t get enough of it.
You are as gorgeous as a carnation,
but with a heart full of fire…
never in a million years
had i thought that my arms would be around your waist
and your head on my chest, you hearing my heart-beat and I,
feeling your warmth and each second turning into past…
are those tears of joy, love?
or you simply cry of sadness
Does he not know how much
you can give or does he not know
that you are the key to his happiness?
I guess he will never know, love.
Go where you are needed,
the world is yet to pay its debt for your
for you are a rare gem,
Thankful for the sun that brings warmth to the hearts of the living.
Thankful for the moon that keeps the secrets that we share with her in times of need.
Thankful for the wind that blows off steam when our minds are filled with negative thoughts,
for the love we share,
for the tears that pour down when we hurt,
for the lessons we learn when we make mistakes,
for yesterday, today and tomorrow
And for the air we breathe.
The crave for endless love,
to live in love,
to be in love,
to love to be loved.
to hug and not let go,
to lean on and Trust,
But that’s not the world we live in.
In this world, we love and they don’t
love us back.
We care, but it ends in dispair.
Just like autumn,
their love comes and goes.
Day by day,
I stand idle behind the door,
looking at the locks mounting on each other,
trapped inside and I don’t know what to do
I am a prisoner in my own dreams, in my own world.
I have been comfortable far too long in my so called
comfort zone’, I am weak.
Afraid to admit and too afraid to face my fears,
hard to express, but the words are written on my tears.
It never crossed my mind,
if I could or if I should break the silence.
Maybe I can’t do it or maybe I need guidance.
A question always comes into my mind and has become
the reason I am trapped in my own mind,
is because I am afraid to face the world, to feel real pain,
to fall and never get back up?
the reason I am trapped in my own mind,
is because I am far too damaged to heal?
After all, only a man of courage sees a door where the cowards think there’s no way.
Well, I guess I will never know until I try.