The popular weekly paperzine from Kenya "The Asian weekly" celebrates it's 11th Anniversary. The poem depicts various aspects of the paperzine in a subtle manner.
Withered and weathered..... It appears rustic. Having lost the days it sheltered..... passing by beings..... along with their burden things. It was in glory when it protected..... creatures teeny weenie. Provided abode to those who habitated..... winged ones'.... and slithery ones'. Now it stands broken and bruised...... Nursing it's own damaged soul. Sikiladi
We need composure, stability and balance to lead our life peacefully. This poem is a narrative of a young man who learns composure and finds freedom from restlessness...... What had I done to my life? Where did I lose my direction? Waking up in the post sunrise hours I had lethargy written all over me ....... Read on the site for more....
He was hurt, felt dejected, shut his eyes. He felt insulted, the humiliation hit......
Sunrise Glory Abundant glory of his mercy Shines through and seeps through Invading the soul with a charm Preventing from all the harm Nurturing, giving the warmth His mercies act up like a balm Sikiladi
So bless me Oh! Almighty I climb high on the Oneness stair Shrugging the barriers of differences I lift my soul to the united affair.
Each soul has their personal account.
In the gates of heaven decisions are made
In a love filled cocoon.
The family that’s a boon.
All besides her time and again.
Ulveena smiles looking at them.
She watched over them always.
She’ll watch over them always.
Life is but a breathing space.
Today’s being leaves no trace.
The liberty that she seeks alone.
How we wish she has a clone.
I hug you from a distance of miles.
Dear Ulveena you gave us smiles .
Wishing you a smooth move.
The heart shall cry till we meet.
A perspective of death presented in a poetic manner. It is neither cruel nor ugly but death is the ultimate reality.
A niche I carved for my heart
Of spiritual treats of meditation darts