Each time it speaks to me,
Its message is never vague.
Each time it guides me,
I follow in a daze.
Where is it leading me to now?
I long to see the end somehow!
It's callin...calling my name!
Softly...softly; its call ever so tame!
What could it be this time?
Whose biddin? And why...oh! Why?
Past experiences raise questions.
Why then should I be forced to action?
What makes this different from the rest?
A familiar whisper says: put this to the test!
Bein me, it spares lil' urgin,
As subtle words guarantee my followin.
My holdin back will do me no good.
I'm bein led to my soul's best food.
Yet! this call seems different.
I sense confusion. This is different!
I'm asked to follow, yet hold back...
A piece of me incase they come back.
Come back? Who's expected while am gone?
I'm in a daze, most of me already gone.
my remains only cleaning up.
Envisage a long one: I need to lock up!
Yet within the whispery calls,
I discern a different call,
Tellin me to leave a part of me;
Askin me to leave a spare key!
Does this mean I shall return again?
Return to that familiar den.
Why call me if it foresees a return?
I would rather stay than be gone!
Alas! The decision has been made,
The whisperer has put me in a daze.
Yet! I follow but drag my feet.
Will another voice not speak?
Each time it speaks to me,
Its message is never vague.
Each time it guides me,
I follow in a daze.
Where is it leading me to now?
I long to see the end somehow!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Questions without answers...
When would the world end?
When would the hate stop?
When would 'whens' be now?
When would they be soon?
Will knowing serve a man's purpose?
Yet another question: Where art the answer?
Have we been doomed to not knowing?
Knowing neither beginning nor end?
Do we know enough just to keep us 'toes on end’?
Where are the answers to the ‘whys’?
Where are the answers to the ‘whats’?
When would peace reign?
When would the guilty be caught?
Osama, Milosevic, Bush, Saddam: Heroes, tyrants, what manner of men?
Questions would forever outweigh answers.
When would the balance be tipped?
To be or not to be? A question without an answer?
When would the hate stop?
When would 'whens' be now?
When would they be soon?
Will knowing serve a man's purpose?
Yet another question: Where art the answer?
Have we been doomed to not knowing?
Knowing neither beginning nor end?
Do we know enough just to keep us 'toes on end’?
Where are the answers to the ‘whys’?
Where are the answers to the ‘whats’?
When would peace reign?
When would the guilty be caught?
Osama, Milosevic, Bush, Saddam: Heroes, tyrants, what manner of men?
Questions would forever outweigh answers.
When would the balance be tipped?
To be or not to be? A question without an answer?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Of flowers and beauty
Chapter One
I walked into a garden somewhere…
Somewhere within the inner recess of my mind.
Within this garden I was accosted by scents and images,
The likes I had never seen before…even in my dreams.
Could it be that what was within me was beyond me?
This was in my mind and likely a conjuration of my desires!
“Now is not the time to deny myself bliss”, I told my self.
What manner of reality this was, it was mine to bask in.
Of scents I was greeted by whiffs of peace and quiet:
Could I have stumbled upon paradise hidden on Earth?
Still of scents, my pores were perforated with bliss,
Calmly seeping into me from the left and right.
I felt my self reinvigorated beyond any known measure.
As easily as I had inhaled these scents into me,
I felt my worries, pains, and sorrows evaporate.
This had to be paradise, even if it was within my mind.
Of images…Oh! What images! A befitting compliment to the scents!
Have you ever feasted on a sumptuous meal and felt complete?
A feeling akin to rapturous love making where two become one,
Destinies one and the same; needs and wants not beyond what each beheld.
I feasted on beauty, feasted on friendship and a glass full of love.
I wined and dined on perfection, manifested in a kaleidoscope of colours.
Though alone, feasting on a magnificent vista of creation,
I had never felt so not alone as every single scent and image was alive.
Chapter Two
What manner of garden did I stumble upon?
A lover of the fine and the delicate, I had always loved flowers.
Now here I was in a garden that had it all: all manner of flowers,
Nose getting scent after scent; eyes feasting on all manner of flowers.
All that had ever meant something to me called to me.
They called to me from within the petals of geraniums and Ivies.
Familiar voices hailed me from a hedge of daises and lilies.
Every where I turned within this maze of bliss, whiffs of home embraced me.
Have you ever been lost yet not want to be found?
Here I was lost in my euphoria, within a maze with hedges like a rainbow.
Here I was wishing I continually went round and round this place of intrigue.
If this was really within my mind, then I would spend an eternity here.
If such a place was to have an owner, what manner of being will it be?
Will such a person be a King? Or will it be a fairy, this being her garden?
But why should the owner be of high station, or one that wields a unique power?
Could it not belong to anyone, even one such as me?
If this place of wonder was to be mine, should I share it with another?
Herein probably lies the dilemma of those who own things of especial worth:
They see these things as an exclusive preserve, only to be coveted by them.
If I was to follow suit, should I be worthy of ownership of such a place?
No!! This was not such a place: It could not belong to one person.
Even if it was, failure to share such a gift with others would be a sin,
One akin to blotting out the sun from all mankind out of greed.
No!! This was a gift I would share with all, loved ones or otherwise.
Chapter Three
Since I commenced this odyssey of perpetual bliss,
One wrapped in fragrances kind to the heart, body and soul,
My legs had not paused neither had my eyes rested.
How could they? The likes of these scents and images I had never seen.
As I waltzed through a paradise that could very likely be mine,
My eyes homed in on the very epitome of simplicity: Angelica!
This was a beauty I knew, its very uniqueness in plain view.
As I gazed upon its features, every moment of positive inspiration hit me.
Guided by Angelica’s essence, I shifted my gaze to the hedge on my right.
Ah! Dahlia! I once met her in a moment of gloom.
Knowingly, sweet Dahlia lovingly helped change my mood.
A gaze upon Dahlia’s petals: a scarce novelty indeed.
It couldn’t be! Daisy? Right by Dahlia’s side! Lucky me!
Oh! I remember how close you were.
Daisy’s innocence and affectionate streak was always endearing.
After all, it was Daisy that helped me find love again.
I hear a whisper! A call hidden within a soft breeze.
A glance over my shoulder…..Goodness gracious! Ivy and Lily?
I couldn’t have missed you two lovelies even if you hadn’t called out.
I will never forget your friendship, Ivy nor Lily’s.
All of a sudden I was hit by myriad fragrances.
These were followed by a collage of all the images I had seen.
A look around me showed that the other flowers were aware too.
It was as if a sentient being was about to grace us with its presence.
Chapter Four
Have you ever stood on a beach and looked upon the coming of a distant wave?
Did you feel the soft caress of the breeze which heralded its arrival?
With open arms did you embrace simplicity even before you saw inherent beauty?
As I stood amongst the flowers I knew I was on the verge of a crowning moment.
I sensed her before I even saw her, a fact attested by the euphoria I felt.
Even in their exceptional states of beauty, Lily and Ivy curtsied before my very eyes.
Angelica wooed her as she made her entrance, not a ruffle from stalk to petal.
Without a doubt, this was a stage made for her and an audience well picked.
She was flanked by other flowers who in their own right were queens any day.
To her right was Sunflower, radiance dazzling, yet a shade darker than hers.
To her left Hazel stood majestically, with a revered look towards the entrant.
With a retinue longer than China’s Great Wall, other acclaimed beauties trailed.
Our first meeting was charted without our mutual consents.
As with all things destined to be, our paths crossed on a day never to be forgotten.
Two total strangers, we found in each other qualities that endeared us to the other.
She was full of life, she was fun to talk to and intelligent: She was beauty itself!
Out of my reverie I heard a call which served to break the spell.
“My name is Rose,” she said, a smile to disarm warring factions on her face.
As I gazed upon her seraphic features, she changed her red garment to pink.
Before my eyes, she adorned garments representing all the rainbow’s colours.
With each colour, she emanated splendour, warmth of heart and sweet poetry.
I felt love, purity, joy, sensuality, patience and affection.
Above all I felt more of inner beauty to that which was there for all to see.
As I reached out to touch her…I awoke in my room, a Rose flower in my hands!
I walked into a garden somewhere…
Somewhere within the inner recess of my mind.
Within this garden I was accosted by scents and images,
The likes I had never seen before…even in my dreams.
Could it be that what was within me was beyond me?
This was in my mind and likely a conjuration of my desires!
“Now is not the time to deny myself bliss”, I told my self.
What manner of reality this was, it was mine to bask in.
Of scents I was greeted by whiffs of peace and quiet:
Could I have stumbled upon paradise hidden on Earth?
Still of scents, my pores were perforated with bliss,
Calmly seeping into me from the left and right.
I felt my self reinvigorated beyond any known measure.
As easily as I had inhaled these scents into me,
I felt my worries, pains, and sorrows evaporate.
This had to be paradise, even if it was within my mind.
Of images…Oh! What images! A befitting compliment to the scents!
Have you ever feasted on a sumptuous meal and felt complete?
A feeling akin to rapturous love making where two become one,
Destinies one and the same; needs and wants not beyond what each beheld.
I feasted on beauty, feasted on friendship and a glass full of love.
I wined and dined on perfection, manifested in a kaleidoscope of colours.
Though alone, feasting on a magnificent vista of creation,
I had never felt so not alone as every single scent and image was alive.
Chapter Two
What manner of garden did I stumble upon?
A lover of the fine and the delicate, I had always loved flowers.
Now here I was in a garden that had it all: all manner of flowers,
Nose getting scent after scent; eyes feasting on all manner of flowers.
All that had ever meant something to me called to me.
They called to me from within the petals of geraniums and Ivies.
Familiar voices hailed me from a hedge of daises and lilies.
Every where I turned within this maze of bliss, whiffs of home embraced me.
Have you ever been lost yet not want to be found?
Here I was lost in my euphoria, within a maze with hedges like a rainbow.
Here I was wishing I continually went round and round this place of intrigue.
If this was really within my mind, then I would spend an eternity here.
If such a place was to have an owner, what manner of being will it be?
Will such a person be a King? Or will it be a fairy, this being her garden?
But why should the owner be of high station, or one that wields a unique power?
Could it not belong to anyone, even one such as me?
If this place of wonder was to be mine, should I share it with another?
Herein probably lies the dilemma of those who own things of especial worth:
They see these things as an exclusive preserve, only to be coveted by them.
If I was to follow suit, should I be worthy of ownership of such a place?
No!! This was not such a place: It could not belong to one person.
Even if it was, failure to share such a gift with others would be a sin,
One akin to blotting out the sun from all mankind out of greed.
No!! This was a gift I would share with all, loved ones or otherwise.
Chapter Three
Since I commenced this odyssey of perpetual bliss,
One wrapped in fragrances kind to the heart, body and soul,
My legs had not paused neither had my eyes rested.
How could they? The likes of these scents and images I had never seen.
As I waltzed through a paradise that could very likely be mine,
My eyes homed in on the very epitome of simplicity: Angelica!
This was a beauty I knew, its very uniqueness in plain view.
As I gazed upon its features, every moment of positive inspiration hit me.
Guided by Angelica’s essence, I shifted my gaze to the hedge on my right.
Ah! Dahlia! I once met her in a moment of gloom.
Knowingly, sweet Dahlia lovingly helped change my mood.
A gaze upon Dahlia’s petals: a scarce novelty indeed.
It couldn’t be! Daisy? Right by Dahlia’s side! Lucky me!
Oh! I remember how close you were.
Daisy’s innocence and affectionate streak was always endearing.
After all, it was Daisy that helped me find love again.
I hear a whisper! A call hidden within a soft breeze.
A glance over my shoulder…..Goodness gracious! Ivy and Lily?
I couldn’t have missed you two lovelies even if you hadn’t called out.
I will never forget your friendship, Ivy nor Lily’s.
All of a sudden I was hit by myriad fragrances.
These were followed by a collage of all the images I had seen.
A look around me showed that the other flowers were aware too.
It was as if a sentient being was about to grace us with its presence.
Chapter Four
Have you ever stood on a beach and looked upon the coming of a distant wave?
Did you feel the soft caress of the breeze which heralded its arrival?
With open arms did you embrace simplicity even before you saw inherent beauty?
As I stood amongst the flowers I knew I was on the verge of a crowning moment.
I sensed her before I even saw her, a fact attested by the euphoria I felt.
Even in their exceptional states of beauty, Lily and Ivy curtsied before my very eyes.
Angelica wooed her as she made her entrance, not a ruffle from stalk to petal.
Without a doubt, this was a stage made for her and an audience well picked.
She was flanked by other flowers who in their own right were queens any day.
To her right was Sunflower, radiance dazzling, yet a shade darker than hers.
To her left Hazel stood majestically, with a revered look towards the entrant.
With a retinue longer than China’s Great Wall, other acclaimed beauties trailed.
Our first meeting was charted without our mutual consents.
As with all things destined to be, our paths crossed on a day never to be forgotten.
Two total strangers, we found in each other qualities that endeared us to the other.
She was full of life, she was fun to talk to and intelligent: She was beauty itself!
Out of my reverie I heard a call which served to break the spell.
“My name is Rose,” she said, a smile to disarm warring factions on her face.
As I gazed upon her seraphic features, she changed her red garment to pink.
Before my eyes, she adorned garments representing all the rainbow’s colours.
With each colour, she emanated splendour, warmth of heart and sweet poetry.
I felt love, purity, joy, sensuality, patience and affection.
Above all I felt more of inner beauty to that which was there for all to see.
As I reached out to touch her…I awoke in my room, a Rose flower in my hands!
To every man his weakness
KNIGHT: my heart sings in anticipation of pleasing you.
LADY: has my gallant knight forgotten not to be rude?
KNIGHT: how so? My fair maiden confuses my soul!
LADY: where lies your chivalry, the etiquette I know?
KNIGHT: has the limitless stock I flaunt gone sour?
LADY: that is yours to say, oh! Connoisseur of flowers!
KNIGHT: I despair at your use of comments so strange!
LADY: oh! Come-come, my dear! Exchange me for cheap change?
KNIGHT: please, my lady gloom threatens my mood.
LADY: when did you learn how to brood?
KNIGHT: oh! Desist; I rode two nights just to be with you.
LADY: yet you lack the sense to place my foul mood?
KNIGHT: I beg you my lady, cease this show of inanity!
LADY: look beyond my beauty, there lies your remedy.
KNIGHT: oh! What ill fortune has ravaged my bliss?
LADY: speak to your self? Alas! The point you miss.
KNIGHT: what does this evening’s events portend?
LADY: look up to the skies as a rope out of your despair.
KNIGHT: essence of my happiness, in your eyes I’d rather stare.
LADY: there, you may never find a solution to your plight.
KNIGHT: better to look unto their mesmerity, and lose my sight.
LADY: I ask you, look to the stars; tell me what you see?
KNIGHT: I see my pain reflected in a dark blue sea.
LADY: Do you not see me? Search my knight, search!
KNIGHT: I see countless flecks of sparkle, but fail to find thee.
LADY: Oh! Lover of things sublime, has it fled thee?
KNIGHT: I know not of what you ask, pray tell.
LADY: Has your seers’ gift been stolen by fatigue’s spell?
KNIGHT: My maiden, never have I known you so!
LADY: My knight, never have you failed me so!
KNIGHT: Failure will never be the virtue of the slayer of your pain.
LADY: Yet you fail to make sense of sunlight in rain?
KNIGHT: Co-owner of my Eden, my heart bleeds, why?
LADY: Look again. See those lights in the blanket of night?
KNIGHT: I do. Yet! How do they explain this strange night?
LADY: See as they outshine others cowering in their wake?
KNIGHT: So how does this explain your strange state?
LADY: You rode for two nights, yet you failed to see?
KNIGHT: Oh! My panacea, what was I supposed to see?
LADY: Two beautiful nights, clear skies, but yet…
KNIGHT: My steed and I had not a moment to fret.
LADY: Did the heavens not serve you as a guide?
KNIGHT: True! They were there throughout the whole ride.
LADY: Did you not marvel at their splendor, my knight?
KNIGHT: True! But my mind was on seeing you in my sight.
LADY: Then I will have you know that you erred.
KNIGHT: My damsel, my elixir, is it not enough that I am here?
LADY: I will have you know why I deemed you rude.
KNIGHT: My heart shall gladden if you sincerely do.
LADY: I will have you know the reason for my mood.
KNIGHT: My soul shall conquer the stars if you sincerely do.
LADY: My knight, did you know that the heavens celebrated your coming?
KNIGHT: How so? Beautiful rose, source of my calling!
LADY: As you rode to me, I saw the flight of that star yonder,
From my parapet, I gazed at it in unexplainable wonder,
‘Twas not long that it caused my heart to grow fonder,
It traversed the heavens swiftly, as the night grew older,
I watched it come! I watched it come!
By day, though the sky was bright, I saw it.
I stood here, earnestly anticipating night, yearning it.
At last it came. The star had made it!
‘Twas moments later I saw your radiant face.
I searched the skies and also saw my smiling face.
Your star had embraced mine, causing the others to bow.
Then you come in the flesh, no inkling as to how!
KNIGHT: Oh! My beloved, is that your quarrel with me?
Then my rudeness was because I failed to see…
Fail to thank God for showing me to thee.
Failed to thank him for guiding on my steed.
Forgive me my oversight my love, oh! Forgive me.
LADY: I forgive thee, as the heavens are my witness.
On this day I have learnt that “To every man his weakness.”
LADY: has my gallant knight forgotten not to be rude?
KNIGHT: how so? My fair maiden confuses my soul!
LADY: where lies your chivalry, the etiquette I know?
KNIGHT: has the limitless stock I flaunt gone sour?
LADY: that is yours to say, oh! Connoisseur of flowers!
KNIGHT: I despair at your use of comments so strange!
LADY: oh! Come-come, my dear! Exchange me for cheap change?
KNIGHT: please, my lady gloom threatens my mood.
LADY: when did you learn how to brood?
KNIGHT: oh! Desist; I rode two nights just to be with you.
LADY: yet you lack the sense to place my foul mood?
KNIGHT: I beg you my lady, cease this show of inanity!
LADY: look beyond my beauty, there lies your remedy.
KNIGHT: oh! What ill fortune has ravaged my bliss?
LADY: speak to your self? Alas! The point you miss.
KNIGHT: what does this evening’s events portend?
LADY: look up to the skies as a rope out of your despair.
KNIGHT: essence of my happiness, in your eyes I’d rather stare.
LADY: there, you may never find a solution to your plight.
KNIGHT: better to look unto their mesmerity, and lose my sight.
LADY: I ask you, look to the stars; tell me what you see?
KNIGHT: I see my pain reflected in a dark blue sea.
LADY: Do you not see me? Search my knight, search!
KNIGHT: I see countless flecks of sparkle, but fail to find thee.
LADY: Oh! Lover of things sublime, has it fled thee?
KNIGHT: I know not of what you ask, pray tell.
LADY: Has your seers’ gift been stolen by fatigue’s spell?
KNIGHT: My maiden, never have I known you so!
LADY: My knight, never have you failed me so!
KNIGHT: Failure will never be the virtue of the slayer of your pain.
LADY: Yet you fail to make sense of sunlight in rain?
KNIGHT: Co-owner of my Eden, my heart bleeds, why?
LADY: Look again. See those lights in the blanket of night?
KNIGHT: I do. Yet! How do they explain this strange night?
LADY: See as they outshine others cowering in their wake?
KNIGHT: So how does this explain your strange state?
LADY: You rode for two nights, yet you failed to see?
KNIGHT: Oh! My panacea, what was I supposed to see?
LADY: Two beautiful nights, clear skies, but yet…
KNIGHT: My steed and I had not a moment to fret.
LADY: Did the heavens not serve you as a guide?
KNIGHT: True! They were there throughout the whole ride.
LADY: Did you not marvel at their splendor, my knight?
KNIGHT: True! But my mind was on seeing you in my sight.
LADY: Then I will have you know that you erred.
KNIGHT: My damsel, my elixir, is it not enough that I am here?
LADY: I will have you know why I deemed you rude.
KNIGHT: My heart shall gladden if you sincerely do.
LADY: I will have you know the reason for my mood.
KNIGHT: My soul shall conquer the stars if you sincerely do.
LADY: My knight, did you know that the heavens celebrated your coming?
KNIGHT: How so? Beautiful rose, source of my calling!
LADY: As you rode to me, I saw the flight of that star yonder,
From my parapet, I gazed at it in unexplainable wonder,
‘Twas not long that it caused my heart to grow fonder,
It traversed the heavens swiftly, as the night grew older,
I watched it come! I watched it come!
By day, though the sky was bright, I saw it.
I stood here, earnestly anticipating night, yearning it.
At last it came. The star had made it!
‘Twas moments later I saw your radiant face.
I searched the skies and also saw my smiling face.
Your star had embraced mine, causing the others to bow.
Then you come in the flesh, no inkling as to how!
KNIGHT: Oh! My beloved, is that your quarrel with me?
Then my rudeness was because I failed to see…
Fail to thank God for showing me to thee.
Failed to thank him for guiding on my steed.
Forgive me my oversight my love, oh! Forgive me.
LADY: I forgive thee, as the heavens are my witness.
On this day I have learnt that “To every man his weakness.”
Letter to Nico
Dear Nico,
Dear? Surely not a deserving start,
Especially as you are worse than a fart,
And the world’s most accomplished tout.
I wanted you to know it’s over.
I see you for what you are, you monster.
You scheming disguised ogre.
I am now beyond your power.
Of course you’ll say, ‘I’ve come again.’
That’s it’s just like the old days:
Days when I eventually called out your name,
And with slyness, you astutely came.
This time around it’s different mate.
I can’t believe I even called you mate!
Or even accepted you; opening my gates.
You are worse than the Bubonic plague.
A foe one cannot fight until it’s too late...
To me is worse than Ebola, the Bubonic plague,
And even worse than the dreaded AIDS.
For you, I harbor nothing but eternal hate.
One would wonder why I have condemned you so.
By the time I expose you; they see through the smoke...
There will be more people screaming for your soul.
But how can that atone for the lost souls you own?
I remember how I got to know you:
A schemer, con-man, who came in a moment of gloom.
Little did I know that you had long-term plans of doom.
Melancholy, I failed to see through you.
With a sophistication honed over several centuries,
You first dazzled me; confused me,
Then lured me with your age-old trickery.
Little did I know of your demonic ancestry.
From behind a mask of glitter and whiffs of smoke,
You offered friendship, while I traded my soul.
Yet, I failed to smell you down to your bones.
Another sucker’s soul had just been sold!
Initially, I basked in the euphoria of your friendship,
Was lost in the hazy embrace of your grip;
Tagged along on unsuspecting, deadly trips.
Little did I know that I was wasting bit by bit.
When I realized who and what you were,
As I stumbled on the smoggy marshes of your lair,
And discovered the trapped souls there,
Resignedly, I thought I would also end there.
However, my research showed that you could be beaten,
Though you were very rarely countered;
My resolve to fight you thus weakened.
‘Could I beat this ancient and crafty demon?’
What made it harder was your guile,
Your ability to flow with all eras and times;
The power to take on an addictive guise.
Coupled with this, no one wanted to listen to me whine.
I struggled against you for years and failed:
Escaping for days, only to be adroitly trailed,
Sometimes weeks, months, but eventually got nailed.
Then for two years, yet I still got re-jailed.
Was my soul to be a slave in your smoky lair?
Was I doomed to breathing-in fetid air?
If I lost to this fiend, who will care?
I remember how you mocked me with your sneer.
But I did it Nico, I beat you square;
Freed my soul from your malodorous lair.
You think I’ll ever go back there?
Never! You amorphous son of a flare.
It’s now four years since I escaped your stink...
So...just wanted you to know what I think:
Your charms have forever lost me.
Poor Nico. Oh, poor ‘Nicotine.’
Dear? Surely not a deserving start,
Especially as you are worse than a fart,
And the world’s most accomplished tout.
I wanted you to know it’s over.
I see you for what you are, you monster.
You scheming disguised ogre.
I am now beyond your power.
Of course you’ll say, ‘I’ve come again.’
That’s it’s just like the old days:
Days when I eventually called out your name,
And with slyness, you astutely came.
This time around it’s different mate.
I can’t believe I even called you mate!
Or even accepted you; opening my gates.
You are worse than the Bubonic plague.
A foe one cannot fight until it’s too late...
To me is worse than Ebola, the Bubonic plague,
And even worse than the dreaded AIDS.
For you, I harbor nothing but eternal hate.
One would wonder why I have condemned you so.
By the time I expose you; they see through the smoke...
There will be more people screaming for your soul.
But how can that atone for the lost souls you own?
I remember how I got to know you:
A schemer, con-man, who came in a moment of gloom.
Little did I know that you had long-term plans of doom.
Melancholy, I failed to see through you.
With a sophistication honed over several centuries,
You first dazzled me; confused me,
Then lured me with your age-old trickery.
Little did I know of your demonic ancestry.
From behind a mask of glitter and whiffs of smoke,
You offered friendship, while I traded my soul.
Yet, I failed to smell you down to your bones.
Another sucker’s soul had just been sold!
Initially, I basked in the euphoria of your friendship,
Was lost in the hazy embrace of your grip;
Tagged along on unsuspecting, deadly trips.
Little did I know that I was wasting bit by bit.
When I realized who and what you were,
As I stumbled on the smoggy marshes of your lair,
And discovered the trapped souls there,
Resignedly, I thought I would also end there.
However, my research showed that you could be beaten,
Though you were very rarely countered;
My resolve to fight you thus weakened.
‘Could I beat this ancient and crafty demon?’
What made it harder was your guile,
Your ability to flow with all eras and times;
The power to take on an addictive guise.
Coupled with this, no one wanted to listen to me whine.
I struggled against you for years and failed:
Escaping for days, only to be adroitly trailed,
Sometimes weeks, months, but eventually got nailed.
Then for two years, yet I still got re-jailed.
Was my soul to be a slave in your smoky lair?
Was I doomed to breathing-in fetid air?
If I lost to this fiend, who will care?
I remember how you mocked me with your sneer.
But I did it Nico, I beat you square;
Freed my soul from your malodorous lair.
You think I’ll ever go back there?
Never! You amorphous son of a flare.
It’s now four years since I escaped your stink...
So...just wanted you to know what I think:
Your charms have forever lost me.
Poor Nico. Oh, poor ‘Nicotine.’
Some days, events, things, moments & people are hard to forget
I once fell from an apple tree when I was 3.
It wasn't tall thus n so was my fall.
Bruises I may have gotten but my childhood memories..
Tell me those were sooner forgotten...
d prize was in my hand.
Is tht why I neva forgot tht event?
I once lost control driving 2 Zaria yrs ago...
Thn, I hadn't perfected climbing d road.
Wht cld have been was since forgotten...
as I made it 2 my destination...
tht era's subject of my attention.
Now each time I drive past d spot...
I wonder, cld lyf have ended on tht spot?
Is tht why I neva forgot tht moment?
I once had d most loyal friend eva...
she was so loyal tht everyone had at some point hurt me...
But not her, not Athena!
She was a 4 legged beauty tht neva asked 4 anything...
Save 4 d occasional attention.
I took her off another, one hot afternoon for a price.
I thot I was acquiring just another pet.
Athena proved me wrong!
Till today, everyone in my family sheds a tear for Athena.
We lost her after 4 yrs...
4 yrs of unwavering loyalty!
Each time I ply d streets of Ikoyi...
Athena's memory haunts me.
We love U Athena!
Is there any need asking why I can never forget such a creature?
I once had a boss who was my personal hell on earth!
He was proud of bein a sadist...Imagine tht!
In his long corporate career..
His victims on d job were numerous:
Some had cried, thn resigned.
Some had almost beat him up, thot otherwise, & resigned.
Some had been smart enuf...
They got higher powers to whisk em away!
Some just soaked it in.
Me! Tht wasn't me! I gave it 2 him.
I resigned.I still remember my moment!
He huffed n he puffed!
Talked bout how he was gonna get me sacked...Haha!
I dropped a letter on his Arse...
While he was still rantin!
While he was thinkin of which impossible task he was gonna give me..lol
My crowning moment was whn he asked:Why?
Why can't you think over this Ibrahim?
Wht r u gonna do?
Where Will you get another job?
I told him I'd rather stay home...
Collecting pocket money from my parents...
Thn work another day with him!
I still remember tht day...Cos of d look on his face!
I once was given a number.
I was to call someone...
Someone who I had neva met...
Someone who had neva met me!
One cool night in Dec, I dialed d number!
D voice tht greeted me was...It was silky!
It was like a wave on a calm summer mornin!
I met tht voice d next day!
Tht voice n I saw n called each other for 9 months...
Thn it all ended. Somehow!
How? I still wonder!
One yr after tht call...Today infact !I remember tht moment clearly!
Cld I have done anythin to have made today different?
Cld today have been...An anniversary of some sort,
One we wld both have talked of, smilin?
This is one day, event, thing, moment and person I will neva forget.
Need I ask why?
It wasn't tall thus n so was my fall.
Bruises I may have gotten but my childhood memories..
Tell me those were sooner forgotten...
d prize was in my hand.
Is tht why I neva forgot tht event?
I once lost control driving 2 Zaria yrs ago...
Thn, I hadn't perfected climbing d road.
Wht cld have been was since forgotten...
as I made it 2 my destination...
tht era's subject of my attention.
Now each time I drive past d spot...
I wonder, cld lyf have ended on tht spot?
Is tht why I neva forgot tht moment?
I once had d most loyal friend eva...
she was so loyal tht everyone had at some point hurt me...
But not her, not Athena!
She was a 4 legged beauty tht neva asked 4 anything...
Save 4 d occasional attention.
I took her off another, one hot afternoon for a price.
I thot I was acquiring just another pet.
Athena proved me wrong!
Till today, everyone in my family sheds a tear for Athena.
We lost her after 4 yrs...
4 yrs of unwavering loyalty!
Each time I ply d streets of Ikoyi...
Athena's memory haunts me.
We love U Athena!
Is there any need asking why I can never forget such a creature?
I once had a boss who was my personal hell on earth!
He was proud of bein a sadist...Imagine tht!
In his long corporate career..
His victims on d job were numerous:
Some had cried, thn resigned.
Some had almost beat him up, thot otherwise, & resigned.
Some had been smart enuf...
They got higher powers to whisk em away!
Some just soaked it in.
Me! Tht wasn't me! I gave it 2 him.
I resigned.I still remember my moment!
He huffed n he puffed!
Talked bout how he was gonna get me sacked...Haha!
I dropped a letter on his Arse...
While he was still rantin!
While he was thinkin of which impossible task he was gonna give me..lol
My crowning moment was whn he asked:Why?
Why can't you think over this Ibrahim?
Wht r u gonna do?
Where Will you get another job?
I told him I'd rather stay home...
Collecting pocket money from my parents...
Thn work another day with him!
I still remember tht day...Cos of d look on his face!
I once was given a number.
I was to call someone...
Someone who I had neva met...
Someone who had neva met me!
One cool night in Dec, I dialed d number!
D voice tht greeted me was...It was silky!
It was like a wave on a calm summer mornin!
I met tht voice d next day!
Tht voice n I saw n called each other for 9 months...
Thn it all ended. Somehow!
How? I still wonder!
One yr after tht call...Today infact !I remember tht moment clearly!
Cld I have done anythin to have made today different?
Cld today have been...An anniversary of some sort,
One we wld both have talked of, smilin?
This is one day, event, thing, moment and person I will neva forget.
Need I ask why?
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