Poetry

Memory painted me a picture In colors bold and bright and of nature. Today I see it still: Young Oye in blissful ignorance, Dancing to nature in childlike...

Not as riotous as the thunderstorm Gentle as the morning dew Dropping quietly with no obvious sound Reverberating in every corner of my heart. Soothing and tender But strong...

As if every day were first of April Her love keeps fooling me Wondering would I ever be fully wise Never to be again the quarry Of life’s...

I stood outside sweating in the sun - knocking at the door of your heart. But You refused to open the door and let me in. It...

As today I open a new chapter, Redefining now and hereafter, I’ve decided not to be to others’ thought servile, And against none to hold neither vile...

Shedding everything that once made you beautiful, Setting aside all that made you a shelter You bow to the irresistible law of nature :harmattan what others call...