Short Poem: Your Coming

You came shining than light,

Illuminating the deep darkness of my heart,

Which existed for many years,

Displacing its immortality.

You came like a rushing water,

Granting succor to my dry land,

A fruitless forgotten desert,

Void of an atom of hope.

You came like an accident,

Destroying my hopelessness,

So I could see farther,

Beyond my present situation.

You came like a mistake,

Was never expected,

Yet the best thing to have ever happened to me,

To a dying soul.

You came like a star,

Giving me a reason to try,

Ressurecting the dead good things in me,

Killing the otherwise.

I am grateful to have encountered that accident,

I am grateful to have allowed the light,

I am grateful to have been swept by the water,

Thanks for making my life shine like a star.

Hidden Love (A Short Poem)

I’ve walked the world over and over again,
I’ve gone far and deep,
But at the end of it all,
I’ve found myself loving you.

You’ve always been here,
But my eyes never were,
Maybe I believed in an existence long gone,
That I refused to see the good so close.

I’m here,
You’re not,
You would if I was,
So I blame myself.

Every wasted time flies with something,
Maybe that’s why it is called time,
Inasmuch as I don’t want it gone with you,
It has gone with a very important part of you.

So I keep wondering,
If what is remain of you is enough,
Enough to love me like I want it to,
Enough to bring back your lost part to heal.

I’ve been waiting,
I’ll keep waiting,
Hoping to wake up to see you complete again,
Like you were when I was unconvinced.

Short Poem: Love Unfair

It is unfair how we grow,
Yearning to love,
That the one we choose to cherish,
Loves us back in the same measure.

It is unfair how life tricks us,
When we think we found the bond,
That would make our being strong,
Like the ancient rocks from inception.

It is unfair when we take that courageous step,
But then, faced with rejection,
After grooming our hearts,
Only to adore and respect that one person.

It is unfair how we are served,
dejection, rejection, and regret,
Convinced we are not good enough,
To love and be loved.

It is unfair when our thoughts are squashed wrong,
When another heart craves for our attention,
But we also end up wrecking it,
Because we are infected by the unfair disease.


It is unfair that we ain’t fair,
It is unfair love isn’t fair,
It is unfair life isn’t fair,
It is unfair nothing is fair.

Short Poem: Going in Search of Love

I’ve seen dozens of beautiful marriages,
My detective eyes have beheld a thousand beauties,
And all these got me thinking one night;
How long I needed to pluck a rose.

I needed nothing more than determination, I’d thought,
Freely allowing my cerebrum to kindle a beautiful plan,
As my hippocampus, neocortex, and amygdala were quick to record,
The fantastic plot I’d come up with.

I left when no one was watching,
Hitting the road leading to the ‘home of love’,
Where two are bounded to become one,
With the sticky bond of emotions.

The night came beating cold,
And the day beating hot,
But my heart kept beating soft,
And my enthusiasm beating bold.

Until I arrived at the entrance of the other world,
I didn’t think of taking a break,
To wash my soiled feet,
Or take a dab sleep.

I looked through the gate,
Which had no one to man,
Looking huge and strong,
Bagging the shape of a heart.

I adjusted my drenched jacket,
Walked in like every other journeyer,
Surveying the gorgeous and fascinating attributes therein,
Before finding a narrow queue where everybody fell into.

I drifted my legs towards the queue,
Trying to make out the event,
All I saw was an angel,
Making every Two into one.

The exercise sent a boost to my oxytocin,
But I was quick to tame my impatience,
Waiting for my turn like the others,
To be cuffed to the twin of my heart.

It was eventually my turn,
To be crowned for my bravery,
With a maiden of real beaut,
By the aged angel of love.

But it all came as a shock,
When I was deprived of a union,
With the one I sought,
From many miles away.

I was told to be patient,
Because I was running a race,
Faster than my two legs could go,
Which might cost me a lifetime.

IN-DEPENDENCE?

Am I supposed to praise thee like before?
Am I expected to continue lying?
Should I keep repeating the same prayers?
All these all over and over again?

I’ve ran my ink on papers,
Leaving traces of hope,
For the eyes that would get to behold.

I have hailed and praised,
Like a fire does to fuel,
I have beamed rays of light,
But they end up folded up in darkness.
But today,
I fail to practice the things of old.

My nation is ‘great’,
I concur!
But those who hold its power,
Are nothing but cruel liars,
Thieves and fabricators.

We keep believing,
That the nation would be ‘great’!
It is 60 years today!
60? 60! What is wrong with us?
We keep dreaming,
Of seeing it fly.

These evil perpetrators keep manipulating us,
They take an elephant from the masses,
And proudly gift them some tiny ants,
Yet, they are praised like gods,
And we are spat on like dogs.

They pretend to love the country,
Its dwellers,
But they end up fooling every kindred,
Every tribe!
All for their personal benefits.

The country today is stained,
Yet, we celebrate independence?
Independence from what?
From normal living?
Normal reasoning?

I’m determined not to sell out my ink,
In lies and deceit this day!
The country is ragged and perfumed,
So no one smells its rottenness.
The people are brainwashed,
And brain sealed!

There’s nothing worth celebrating today!
Nigeria needs revival!
But I’m sick of seeing people pretend to be concerned,
When they are all after the note.

What I Do To Pain!

I ink down my pain, and hope it

Disappears from my pen.

I voice out my grieve,

And hope it disappears from my head.

I walk out of my past,

And hope I escape the thought.

I do all these,

But they keep coming back to me.

We Can Build a Heaven (a poem)

We are built for more,


But restricted by nature.


A life we never thought we’d live,


Is what we are fed.


The life we dream,


We see others live.


Life is unfair,


It is fair to no one,


But out of the little it gives,


We can build a heaven,


For ourselves!

YELLOW (A Short Poem)

The atmosphere

Is tinting yellow

An evidence

That darkness

Is slowly

Seizing the light

Out of the surface

Of the earth

To play

The other part

Of the day

When man

Is forced

To hibernate

And the evil ones

Are stormed with power

To preside over the night

With the aid

Of the dark clouds

Short Poetry: Blinded Sun

It all appeared promising like the after-snow,


Another opportunity to imprint old ideas on the new year,


And to realize new ideas alongside the old,


This rare opportunity wouldn’t go a waste,


Many had thought,


Until a dark cloud from the previous year,


Began to blind the glory of the sky more intensely,


Like a play it seemed at the beginning,


Darkness overshadowing light was an impossibility,


But that faded away with the past,


The light couldn’t sustain the pressure enacted on it,


Until it gave in to be erased,


By the new form of darkness — the threat.

———

The earth saw the sky weep,


But before it could prepare to wage a war,


The darkness had descended upon it,


Leaving no sod unvisited,


As it moved in great speed and power,


And all the inhabitants of the earth could do,


Was to hide in their little holes,


Hoping the visitor would give up and leave,


And a sign will beam forth from the sky;


The beautiful light it once emanated.

———

But the visitor wouldn’t give up,


It had grew even stronger,


Waiting at every entrance,


Knowing fully well the hiders would be forced out,


Due to their proneness to hunger,


And as fathomed,


The hiders had left their little holes,


But with preparedness,


With masks printed on their faces,


Since its passage into every hombre was known,


But it kept fighting,


Not ready to succumb to their science.

———

The world remains masked,


And the fight continues,


The year seems wasted,


The uncertainty it brought had been a great cry to all,


While some dreams are achievable,


Some may never get to be ignited yet,


While some other ideas are forced to birth,


The war has come,


And it has come to stay,


We have to live with it,


And hope that we live to behold that day;


When the world surges victorious,


And the sky is unveiled.