Saturday, 7 January 2012

COUNTRYSIDE AFRICA


COUNTRYSIDE AFRICA

It’s a serene unadulterated environment

With fresh liberated winds sweeping the skin clean

Sheep and goats bleating ‘meeh-meeh !’

Monkeys swinging and chattering

Dogs flirting and barking ‘wow-wow !’

Ducks marching in a single file and quacking aloud

And birds whispering melodiously

All blending harmoniously in a natural orchestra

To helplessly vibrate the eardrums

Surely! , nature scores its highest marks here

With elegance and glamour

Strikingly radiant rays from the sun

And the tears from the overburdened clouds

Graciously kiss and caress the naked earth gently

Seducing it to bring forth fresh and bountiful fruits

Trees stand undaunted in position

Combining forces to umbrella the earth beneath

While offering a cozy resting place for both flora and fauna

It's a pure and distinctive environment

Which makes the heart feel very much at home

Its astounding tranquility

Tickles the very thoughts mankind

Its soothing air devoid of industrial hazards

And odourless free-flowing water bodies

Remind mankind of his first home

The Garden of Eden!

Aaaahhhh…..!!!!!!!!

What unique refreshment it affords the soul


Cool, silent and breezy solace do the nights provide

Gently pampering our tender souls as we sleep

With melodies from frogs, crickets and owls

Easing the pains from our butted bodies with smiles


What more can we offer our spirits

In this unscrupulous period of urbanization ?

What more can we bless our souls with

In this age of urban malfeasance ?

If there’s any rehabilitation center

Nature has moulded for humanity

Then it is definitely the countryside!

Friday, 25 November 2011

MY OBSESSION


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MY OBSESSION
Her fruity memories
Evade my fertile thoughts each microsecond
Her sunny smiles tickle my emotions
Her explicit body language remains faultless
Milk and honey detain her luscious lips without mercy
Her arrow-pointed nose refreshingly pierces my soul with glee
She’s sleek
She’ silky
She’s the sole epitome of elegance
A precise soul mate without error
Her astounding beauty constantly keeps my eyelids yawning
She’s been incarcerated deep within my heart of hearts
In my thought of thoughts
She’s a ceaseless guest
Our hearts are the only parallel lines
 That converge at the ends
She’s the first dot that emanates from the tip of my pen
Her whispers remain incessant rhythms on my eardrum
 Her hugs are indelible strokes on my heart
Whenever my heartbeat ticks, hers tocks
When it tocks, hers ticks
My soul inflames at the touch of her soothing hands
My spirit gets revived with her silent whispers
My heart surges when her conical nose kisses mine
Loneliness is but a taboo in my life
Her yummy lips are my cardiac right
She makes me complete
She makes my joy intact
She ignites my passionate moments
My days refuse to break in her absence
My nights fail to fall without her presence
My heart beats lackadaisically without her appearance
My brain cells gasp for breath
When I miss thought of her for a jiffy
She’s my earthly angel
My lens
My obsession!!!


Friday, 5 August 2011

MY BED



MY BED
How faithful and loyal have you been, Oh my bed
How motherly have you behaved
Never a comfort you cannot afford
Never a burden have you scrapped
Blessed are you incessantly
Through thick and thin have we been unitedly
Massaging me at your own expense
My pal, my bosom friend, my counsellor
The initiator of my thoughts
And the affirmer of my conclusions
The chief investor in my brain luggage
Oh my bed!
God bless thee indeed!
You’re persistently set to receive me
After my wobbling daily escapades
Constantly on time to instill discipline into my organic structure
You open your hands to me like a Gentile harlot
Whether I come in garnished with sugary-sweat
Or embellished with an aroma of lavender
You’re the slogan of ‘Accra Hearts of Oak’
The baobab in the Kalahari
And the cactus in the Gobi desert
Fuel prices have sky-rocketed in ages past
Spare parts of automobiles keep escalating in cost
Unwavering friction and bedtime torture abound
But your rate stands steadfast
Like the decisions of Robert Mugabe
God bless you, my bed
God bless you, indeed!
More than patient have you been
Enduring all my idiotic practices without bitching
The strangulating anti-aroma chemicals I soundly release
Usually accompanied by thunderous appellation
The merciless stench from my armpit
The seawater from my urinary canal
Not to even whisper the milky lagoon
That is set free from my oral cavity in my sleep at night
God bless your punctuality, my bed
God bless your boundless mercies
God bless endurance
God bless you
God bless you
God bless you, my bed indeed!!!

Monday, 25 July 2011

I'LL CALL YOU MY LOVE



I’LL CALL YOU MY LOVE

I’ll call you my love

Not because I loved you

But because I love you

I’ll call you my love

Not because my eyes chose you

But because my heart called you

In you I find myself

Without you I’m a snail without a shell

In your absence I’m a ship without a captain

A stream meandering in the Kalahari

And a rose thriving in the midst of wild thorns

I feel your vibrations in your touch

I taste nectar on your lips

Chills ravage my spine when you smile

My soul drowns in joy when we kiss

I melt when you whisper in my ears

I become a ‘Sampson’ when you hold me close

Goose pimples become my tenants

When your body rubs against mine

I feel your heartbeat from afar

Your silky voice intoxicates my emotions

I could sing of your love

It’s the chorus of birds at dawn

I call you Vanilla

I call you Chocolita

I call you Strawberry

I call you Venus

Even Candy

But aside all these pretty names

I’ll always call you my love
And so shall you eternally remain