idogE
idogE
1976,
That was the year.
I never could
forget that song – “Sleepy Dawn”
But they say “Women and
music must never be dated”
Yet I forget.
We were like
Christmas and April.
So close, yet so far away
And I
remember that radiant smile
Longer than a Pentecostal
Hallelujah and
The magic moments we shared
A rose and
her vase like Poetry.
Such a rare delight!
And my love came down
Heavier, than July showers
I
remembered the birds and the bees
But times do
change
And like the one wrong choice of a
Multiple-choice question,
A lone pronoun “I” was
abandoned,
Dangling, like a misplaced modifier -
An
elegant portrait of a jilted lover.
The birds sang the ballad
The wind the Dirge
And the
shy drizzle mourned the demise of love.
And on her
tombstone
An eloquent reminder – a fitting epitaph
An “
I shall never forget you,”idogE.
But here where the journey ends
I shall sit unfinished
like an abandoned silhouette.
And along this rigid path of
love
A sad trail of hurts,
Indigent signposts in this
vicious tripartite
Between love,
deciet
And
betrayal.
Love is a storm
Its eyes who could tame?
Waking the dusts of emotions
That pass, but never die.
To love is to be insane.
It’s maladies who could cure?
To think of you is torture
To forget, a kind of dying.
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Soft and easy
You are soft
tonight
As in embrace
Bright and beautiful
Like a
wedding
At noon of
night
You laid me down soft and easy
The rest was
bliss.
Nocturnal bliss.
A night like that
No one
forgets
They linger longer than eternity.
And about some
paradise lost.
Who would really care?
Your breath
still fresh in my mouth
Nothing could be more
pleasant
Than two together in love.
Roadside
A beautiful house
The landscape serene
As
in people’s dreams,
A message pad hangs on your door
But no pen
Of the love that we nurtured
Not even the
afterbirth remains
All is lost as in a war.
Whatever happened, I wish I knew.
Even in
love, I lose
Jilted like a throne without her crown.
Where you touched my heart
Now sprouts a
sour delight
So I travel light
Like the afterglow of
love.
In the books that we shared,
We were
beautiful
As fairy tales
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