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THE TRINITY
The mystery behind the trinity,
I took with levity.
Discerning my awkward mannerism of stupidity,
I decided to fold out my non benefitting life of duality,
Surrendered all of me to the threesome of purity.
He gave me back my life from the pit of calamity,
And engraved my name on the board of his community.
HAD IT BEEN
If I had not only dreamt big,
If I had utilized every opportunity,
If I had worked towards achieving it,
I could have been better.
If I had not given up,
If I had persevered a little longer,
If I had believed in myself,
I could have been better.
If I had taken the tasking but best advises,
If I had not allowed myself to be deceived by some lying tongues,
If I had been able to discern,
I could have been better.
If I can have a change of orientation,
If I can overlook my past,
If I can start afresh,
I could be better.
KID’S RAIN POEM (For Children)
To You, And My Creator
I didn’t mean to submit to flesh,
That cold night I would always regret.
I didn’t see it coming,
But when it came I could not resist.
The temptation was so tense,
That I allowed it be.
He had come looking for you,
Maybe what he wanted me to believe,
But the truth is he came for me.
I could have shut the door after I had disclosed your absence,
I could have walked back to my room without a knowledge of a thing.
Maybe he would have walked home dejected,
But I allowed him in,
To spend some little time,
So his coming wouldn’t go a waste,
But it all happened.
I still can’t figure out what really went wrong,
His hands caressed my hairless body,
And I could not stop him as my breath became heavy.
Though I would have wanted to,
But your touch I have missed for weeks.
I totally let the rag up the table,
Not resisting its dirty evil touch.
I know I am no longer worthy of being called your mate,
I know what great mistake I have made,
A sin that keeps tormenting me.
I hope I will be forgiven.
I have sinned against you,
And against my creator.
Writers’ Block
A full ink,
A plain sheet,
Enough time,
Nothing to write.
A world of drama,
A lot of happenings,
Enough story,
Nothing to write.
A good diet,
A good health
Enough reasoning,
Nothing to write.
A full ink,
Enough reasoning,
A lot of happenings,
Something out of nothing.
WRITERS’ QUATRAIN
Living Bygone
I maimed your emotions,
Induced tears in your mind,
Your senses nearly gave you up,
Because of my witless act.
You began to surmount it,
My mistake set out to drown me,
I cowardly permitted its paint flow over me,
Because I was guilty of it all.
Weeks passed by,
Months grew into years,
But the confidence I never could stir,
Because my conscience I feared.
Every blessed day that wears out,
Every night that melts away,
Your shadow passes through my mind,
Because to you my heart is tied.
I wish I corrected my mistakes earlier,
Maybe you would have repainted my world,
Procrastination killed it all,
Because I freely let you away.
Now it feels you are gone with the wind,
You have vacated the spot,
You have chosen to condense elsewhere,
Because life does not revolve just around me.
My mistakes I have realized,
I have made restitution,
But my heart still weeps,
Because you are done waiting.
I never really beat away,
Though my action presumed it,
It feels so lonely here,
Because you are long gone my reach.
I would take this as a comeuppance,
I would let my feet taste the cold you felt,
Never would I leave this delicate place,
Because the spot waits to have us back.
Happy New Month
Natural Love
Like a flood,
You swept into my life,
Driving out sorrow.
Like fire,
You incinerated in my mind,
Rekindling the dead trust of love.
Like the rain,
You dropped in my desiccated heart,
Succoring happiness to grow again.
Like the wind,
You blew my problems away,
Giving new reasons to cling to life.
Like a river,
You occupied my arid mind,
Proffering frequent beams to my blackened face.
Like the morning,
You brought me a cup full of hope ,
Administering tranquility to my agitations.
Like appealing roses on the field,
You beckoned on me,
Helping to realize, even the searing sun does good.
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Natural Love!❤
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