ALMIGHTY’S CURTAINS

 

Acting like high peaked mountains
Almighty’s white and grey curtains
Sometimes triangular,
Sometimes rectangular
And at rare times circular

Standing mighty above our head
Water becomes their butter ‘n’ bread
Fed by the steam
Is their moisture cream
Along with vaporizer dream

Forming shapes of fairies and ghosts
Or horses with wings and fish with floats
Sometimes enchanting
Sometimes haunting
And at times simply play acting

Narrating stories drawn on the sky
Teaching little kids to become their spy
Enacting the Gods
They call the shots
Roaring thunders and raining water dots

Dark and dense on moonless nights
Pleasing white lights they give delights
Sometimes bright
Sometimes twilight
At dawn and dusk they break the light

Acting like high peaked mountains
Almighty’s white and grey curtains
Fluffy like cotton
We glimpse their bottom
Blessed is their rain filled sputum

Hiding away the glorious moonlight
Protective layer filters the sunlight
Sometimes a kite
Sometimes a fight
They witness events in all their flight

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Published as Poem of the Month : December 2017 in The Asian weekly Edition 380 ( Dec 01 -07, 2017) 

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THE PURPLE BEAUTY

Gone are the gloomy dull boring pathways

Paving way for small bright color displays

A carpet on roads with purple uneven patches

Glimpses so many attractive within eye catches

 

Spring is announced with a lovely bold declare

Jacaranda is rich and blooming without a care

The trees heavily flower laden within the glare

Brighten alleys and parks purple without a spare

 

A heavenly sight proudly shown by the Almighty

In the little trumpet shaped flowers so very dainty

The fairyland feel comes from its clusters plenty

Growing in abundance this tough tropical beauty

 

The drought tolerant large rooted shady trees

In early summer and spring growing in sprees

Forming indigo arches and gleeful canopies

With fragrance attract bountiful birds and bees

 

Nairobi is painted in this purple hue all around

The clustered purple blues amid green surround

The rich foliage inviting is spread on all ground

The rain of these slender trumpets without sound

 

The velvety coat attractive under the clear sky

This generous sweetness attracts bees to fly

The slimy touch and look once flowers go dry

The sentiments praiseworthy from words comply

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Poem of the month – November 2017 

Published in The Asian Weekly : Edition 376 (November 03rd to 09th)

PURPLE BEAUTY PEOM

THE FACE OF SKY

imageTHE FACES OF SKY

by Sikiladi (2015)

THY BEAUTY O! SKY, MAKES ME WANT TO FLY, I WANT TO FLY

THY VAST EXPRESSIVE FRAME, MAKES ME WANT TO REACH THE HEIGHTS

I WONDER HOW YOU SPEAK MY MIND SOMETIMES WITH THE COLOURS OF MOODS

YOUR DULL AND DROOPY GREYS BECOME MY PALS  WHEN SADNESS ENGULFS

YOUR SUNNY SPARKLES, BRIGHTEN MY  CHIRPY  DAYS

I FORGET NOT THE BLUES WITH DIFFERENT HUES, THAT WITNESS COZY COMFORTS

I WANT TO FLY, I WANT TO FLY, TO GIVE YOU A HUG I WANT TO FLY

I ENVY ALL THOSE BROTHER BIRDS, WHOM YOU DRAPE ALL AROUND YOU

THE LUCKY CLOUDS THAT SHRINK AND SWELL, AND CRY LIKE HELL

ARE WONDERFULLY BOUND BY YOUR ENORMOUS MAGIC SPELL

YOUR CHARMING GRACE THAT BEATS THE GRACEFUL SWAN

YOUR ALL ENGULFING ATTIRE, HOLDS WHAT WE PERSPIRE

I ASPIRE, I ASPIRE, TO TOUCH YOUR BEAUTY, I WANT TO FLY