THERE IS RAIN ON MY WINDOWPANE Brother, if one day you find That the man next to you no longer fits The room he once snugly fills; It is not because he has grown too big For size; the reason is: They have sown rage in your stomach. A thousand storms...
A ROSE NOT SEEN (For Eliana) When in bloom you blossom, And your subtle scent wafts into the night; You hide your colours in the bosom Of the ashen night; shy of moon light. When some mornings you open Your petals in bashful embrace of the smiling...
THE HARMATTAN The rains are long gone; Leaves like raindrops. Dry winds crawling, Squeaking the roof tops. Mist in the mornings, A shroud of cold air. The hands of harmattan Roaming everywhere. The world has taken A deadish hue. The colour of brown...
THE VEIL OF NIGHT And when from fitful sleep I rouse, Buoyed and stewing in cold sweat; A bird of night – I know not which, Sings me the dreariest of psalms – A telling of something coming. Outside, the moon hides behind the veil of darkness; Hidden...
MELANCHOLIA The ones who walk silently; they do not speak. The ones who sit pensively; they do not seek To reveal thoughts of a weary mind, Of pain that aches; of hurt left behind. The ones who groan throughout the night, The ones who weep take not...
A THOUSAND ORIGAMI I am a worn-out piece of paper. For many a hand has formed From this little piece, a thousand shapes. I do not want for folded edges, For in some places, I tear. My lines of frailty sit well With the next form I assume; A...