A thina mulandu

Nne a thina mulandu,
hone sa puli ndi mupondwa
wanga mulandu ndi muvhala
we sa revho nda fukedzwa

ndi wone musandiwa
nguvho ya pfene
une wa nyitisa mmbengwa
na kha vhasili

ndi puli nnduni ya khotsi anga
shangoni le sa ifa nda kovhelwa
lo shanduka egipita nndu ya vhupuli
ndi la mutodzi u shamani

thi lili ndi lila ndo lila
sa mupfa u rungunya ho mbilu
vhushai vhu si ha ndivho
ndi tsiku ya muvhala

Ndi tamba fhi?
wanga muvhala u shandulwe
u nukhelele sa murongwe tshilimo
na nne sa vhanwe ndi pfume

ndi vhe Khosi shangoni langa
ndi dzomo la dzimu
nwali a bvume luonde
livhe la maladze

Notes of an Undying Love

sing to me
sing to my soul
fountains of flowing waters
that keeps me warm
inside the frost of time

there are roses that softly pricks
they tenderly hurt in time
but when you sing to me
notes of an undying love

i am removed from the misery of existence
forver cast in the paradise of your soul

Stolen Kiss

Something is amiss

with this kiss

it was not to be missed

and couldn't be dissed

i had it once

i can't wait for more

i can't close the door

like i did before

stolen kiss

sweeter than honey

Silenticide

Silence has killed a soul
And has so done a nation
When arms and wars don’t stop
Multitudes mum in their ways
Some say it won’t be long
But the rest keep to their own
And villages collapse into ant hills
And moles build on society
The city is not the same
Defiled by corrupt souls
The streets grow silent
As the mafias match along
Defrauding us of our precious lives
There is no more dissent
And the people grow mum everyday
As the nation go numb
And silence silently stills
The once living society
In the hands of a monstrous mafia

Street Emperor

I wandered around in a mystic spree
Sow seeds whose fruits I can't bear
My soul torn between the skin and the spirit
Walked on men, I cared not to listen to
Made some women frown at my shadow
But that’s when I roam the streets of delusion
Thinking I was the emperor at the helm
Until that dream bust into dusty winds
That’s when crusts fell off my blinded eyes
Empires melt with a blink of an eye
My very own soul couldn't bear
When my streets collapsed like candle wax
And was left standing naked in the dark
Like nothing I ever knew
Since I was born in a lofty toy mansion
But then the rush came to an end
Nothing but my dreams left
And will always wish, after all
That the streets never died
And now I’d still be, a man
Out on the streets.

Monologue

This is not silence;
The words that rush through my veins,
erupting into syllables full of venom;
Killing every idleness.
It cannot be a silence;
When I am quacking,
trying to find a fine breathe;
to keep my soul intact.
I am talking, in furious metaphors
at war with my indigenous self
Over words unspoken
And rhymes never heard before
There is no silence
When my numb hand is dragged
Through the tearing paper
Dripping visions of spirits unseen
It a discourse of the mind;
Engulfed in a prison of words.
"Libera Me"

Monday Morning

Have you felt the dismay?
The seemingly never ending stretch
Of a thread that takes you to work
To labour that never ends

You sit all day, it’s a Monday
And drain your brain
Until you cannot hold back the anticipation
Of a lively Friday afternoon

It’s a drag, taking forever
But you pass the time
Starring on a blank computer screen
But all you see, is a vibey Friday afternoon.

Dogs don’t cry

Its wailing voice
It is a rage of fury
Its bark a stark warning
And nobody stops
To listen to a dog cry
Dying to breath

But they say so,
Dogs don’t cry

When it wags its tail,
Who can trust it?
And ease its isolation

But they keep saying,
Dogs don’t cry

They can only bark
In pursuit of a prey
But the dog stuck in the night
Is silently crying
Looking out for salvation

Still they say,
Dogs can never cry.

But perhaps dogs can cry?

Merry go round

I wish i was like him
who always ride on the upper side
when life toss and turn
like him smell fresh airs
and feel the wind brush my wings
i would escape this prison
of seclusion; always ridding low
no summer smiles in this
my merry go round

Fear

How have i crowned thee
queen of my life;
that you creep into my every move

You hold me back
when fate demands i move,
into greener pastures

You give me gory nightmares
of thorns in every path
or life full of snares

But when lights go off
and i am laid to rest
you are stripped off my soul

No nightmares, no thorns
snares nowhere to harm
but in your realm

Fear, how did you creep in
into my innocence
and became the definition of my life

how did i crown you queen of my life?