Monday, August 4, 2014

murmurs in the village

the scorching Sun, was blurred for hours
all its horns ,sterilized 
the chilliness of atmosphere ,corroding our skins
heavy frozen dew, settling deeper our goose-bums
quaky thunder roar,plagued our souls
from a distance ,angry lightning struck
an heavy black mammoth cumul0-nimbus,
scattered n shuttered  the village
came down smashing and crashing 
earths scenic beauty ,causing strange sores 
washed all the streets ,the bleedy rivers sung along

 
fallen hero ,we mourn
his deeds ,all gods acknowledge
humility ,no standard measure to score...
endurance ,no perfect pillar replacement
truth be said ,none qualifies 
all the villagers  speech
praised his premature existence
a short journey, yet matches a millennia
birds wailing,wind whirling 
dog hungrily panting 
trees swinging, mountains all frozen
saluting and cursing the untimely folly


his words spoke life
oozed honey,spicy n sweetened
soothing even the majesty
made the wild  eavesdrop
young to aged ,they blessed n graced 
the son of the village ,who fought tirelessly
yet remained outstanding
no fallacy ,,simply classy...

our cheeks are dry 
the springs are fatally messed
eyes all red ..
but this is not the end ...
bye bye for now ...our guardian angel
protect our people let your spirits 
guide our ways

 

 
 

 



 

My Love,

My Love, I know that life can be tough, And bring you down when things get rough. But I want you to know, my dear, That you are strong and y...