Tulips

 Don’t let tulips lie to you

Don’t let them tell you of deserts

And dungeon of horrid cold 

They are tulips

It takes two lips

To tell a lie  

Mosquito

 It is strange to sleep in a house 

Without a mosquito

No irking cry of an imminent sting

But a blissful silence 

It’s a strange morning 

When you wake up 

With a body without itchy boils 

Father

Father where have you been? 

Have you been to the mountains 

To peek into our future 

Or are we fatherless 

Father have you slept  hungry?

To spare us from a gut wrenching hunger?

Do you worry and wonder 

Or are we fatherless 

This thing of ours 2

 There is a poem 

This thing of ours 

A caricature of bliss 

 Livid for a moment 

Blossomed for a minute

Alas, it’s a song for a season

Like the summers that’s no more

But a shadow of its glorious past 

This thing of our is a shadow of its past 

A song that has been sang out of season 

When no one is listening and nothing is left 

Queendom

Tell my girls, it’s a Queendom

They are the crown I wear 

Though heavily adorned 

It weighs me down 

It pulls me up 

Out of darkness 

Into the light 

Where all my fears

Are free to leave me alone

Pray for me

 It’s dark, too dark to see

The dreadful winter lurking 

The clouds above 

Heavily dressed with chaos 

Yet no sign of rain 

When I see the dusty wind blow

And these leaves fly by 

I know, you didn’t pray for me

Cross my heart

If you ask, 

‘Do I ever

cross your mind?’

No

You came in 

You stayed

Forever