Moon gazer

I like to compare the sun and the moon

To two twins alike yet so different.

When I was young even to date,

I followed the rise and sinking of the moon!

I knew when the new moon would show

The stages before the first quarter 🌜

By the time it got to full moon,

My heart would be truly full

There is something

about the moon that makes it relevant

Sadness, happiness, loneliness, grief, fear

It’s right there with you

It’s like it changes hearts or hats

smiles with you

Weeps with you

Constant, silent yet ever there.

It’s cool, calm, steady, consistent

It calms a raging mind

makes memories with you.

but also a witness to mankind

Unlike it’s fiery brother

he is content passing through.

A companion grows in silence

The sun? Well you know how he is!

False security

There is a safety

That comes from hiding

Hiding in open sight

Being present but unseen

Like the way you feel

With sunglasses on inside a room

When you have a mask on

The way you disappear in broad daylight

The way you wear dull colored clothes

Or big and buggy clothes

If you don’t attract attention

Then you are safe

People say you hide behind the walls

And as I sit here writing

I feel fear rise up

It wheels up inside like a dark storm

But as long as the door is closed

I know I am safe

I feel shaken alright

But I know I am ‘safe’

When you put on a hoody

Or leave your long hair untied

So it covers or hides your face

You are hiding right in your face

Coz even the performer knows it’s falls

Recently it was brought to my attention the fact the i interogate people,friends acquittance instead of letting them tell their story! So have realized that some of us are in such a hurry to know all we can about a person that we lose patience and begin an interrogation unknowingly! Highlight being be patient let people tell you about themselves at there own time or else you end up judging and categorizing them into small subgroups in your subconscience.

Rainlover

I love it, when it rains

I love it because people go home

People get of the streets


They let nature flow by

Perhaps am the only rainlover

Be careful now am no rainmaker

But I sure do love the smell of the first raindrops

The smell of wet soil

I love the sound of my feet

You know when you walking on the gravel

The way it’s so loud to your eardrums

Especially when you all alone.

So in short I love the sound of raindrops

On the roof and running water

The roar of the waterfall

And the protest of the dry leaves not to get wet

Watching the muddy water clear

And the smooth washed roadside

But the best moments

Is how clear the air is

I like to say,the sky is clean

The air washed of it’s dust

Especially the way the sun rays

Make everything shiny and extra beautiful ❤️❤️

Long distance

When I tell you I love you


And you say I love you more

My heart screems in joy

Because it was made to love you.

But what if I say I miss you

And wish you were here

Then you would say I miss you too

But my heart will ache for your sight.

The distance with every I miss you

Grows longer and so does the agony

All the I love you’s in the world are not enough

Because the lack of the sight of you hurts

Hurting in love is a common thing

But long distance stands between us

And even I know that many barriers

Amount to a ‘long distance relationship’

But what am I talking about! 🙆🤦

The envy of the wind

I saw her seated on the bench at the park

She was so still like the wind

I thought if I stay still

Like a portrait, then she won’t see

She won’t feel my gaze

My stare trapped by her beauty

I thought as long as I don’t stir

Then I am perfectly situated

To absorb all the curves of her face

Like the rays of the sun.

But oh no! I forgot my allergies

I forgot my environment

The blooming flower

I tried if only for one more second

But no! The wind!

It changed direction

Like it envied my position

And wanted to dethrone me.

So it blew my way

And there was no stopping it’s determination!

Ripple effect

I watch you day in day out

I wonder what goes on in your head

You say alot yet say nothing

Someone once said that

Eyes speak louder than the lips

I watch you and realize

The truth in this sentence

Very harmless yet equally dangerous

When you smile,

I see only secrets hidden deep within.

Your eyes speak to me.

But I don’t understand the message

With you it’s like learning braille

I feel like am walking on shaky grounds

I look back but it’s too late to go back.

What I feel for you

It like water under the bridge

It doesn’t go back the same way

When you sit close to a fire

At first it’s warm then it gets hotter.

Nowadays it feels like the room is getting hotter

Like the fan broke or something.

I wonder how long,how long before the pain

Then the scars after the wound heals

It’s always a joke until it’s no longer funny.

I know of your story

What lies behind that smile

I also know all of us deserve love.

But what kind,what kind of love?

The skeletons in our closets though!

Sometimes it’s easier to live in the past

Learn to get used to it

But how then will we know our limits

How will we find peace if we remain in the chaos?

Yet we refuse to leave our posts!

Normal redefined

In the past winning and losing

Was more than normal

Now winning has a new meaning

We say hold on

Because there is no other way

As we fight to breathe

What was taken for granted

Is no longer laughable

Hygiene wasn’t important

But now sanitizing and wearing a mask

While staying one metre away is not a burgain

Our lives literally depend on these

But covid-19 came with lessons


One being the value of family

Being together has redefined the boundaries of love

Staying at home while working

Has taught us the power of technology and communication

In the end what matters is;

Family,friends and loved ones.

Personal discipline and following rules

There is no other way

No cheating death because death wears a musk.

Questions!

What makes a child run away from home?

What makes a mother abandon her beloved children?

What makes a father draw in the towel in broad daylight?

What puts scars in ones soul?

Those that won’t heal?

What makes one shudder in fear?

Even when they are safe?

What makes one run away from their past?

When without it there wouldn’t be today

Nor hope for tomorrow?

I got questions, only questions!

But I am afraid of the answers.

Is it the fear is the unknown?

Or the knowledge that digging hurts

That after time has passed

It only gets worse and not better?

That forgetting is far better

Than digging,for example forgetting deliberately

There’s a saying out of sight out of mind

Till when will the running go on?

Questions!

What makes a child run away from home?

What makes a mother abandon her beloved children?

What makes a father draw in the towel in broad daylight?

What puts scars in ones soul?

Those that won’t heal?

What makes one shudder in fear?

Even when they are safe?

What makes one run away from their past?

When without it there wouldn’t be today

Nor hope for tomorrow?

I got questions, only questions!

But I am afraid of the answers.

Is it the fear is the unknown?

Or the knowledge that digging hurts

That after time has passed

It only gets worse and not better?

That forgetting is far better

Than digging,for example forgetting deliberately

There’s a saying out of sight out of mind

Till when will the running go on?