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HUNG TO DRY

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Curtains drawn;
Darkness dawns.
I hung it to dry -
My pen
Yet it flowed freely -
The ink.

The sages have sung
Our fathers: never wrong
To speak of thereafter.
It will definitely flutter -
My heart -
At the thought of tomorrow.

Inquire no more from me
I emptied it already -
 My soul
Yet full it stayed
Devoid of any happiness.

It flooded my soul -
Grief
Consuming every inch.
I hung it to dry -
My pen
Yet it flowed freely -
The ink.

Hush! It is set:
Morning!
There's a now and a thereafter
Take a sneak peek
It's an epilogue:
No! Not the end.

It filled the air -
A melody.
It engulfed my nostrils -
A fragrance.
A fire in my bones
None can see
For night abides still...

Hush! It is set.
Take a sneak peek
It's an epilogue
No, not the end!

© Nikoslexie 2017

THE EPILOGUE

THIS AND THAT
Of this and that,
A cat and a rat.
What to make of it, I cannot tell;
To tell of it, the cat I must bell.
What shall I do?
To make you see it's true.

I once walked alone
Along paths unknown.
Caught a tree swaying
To a tune I was humming...
This serenity had better last.
Something whistled past:
A bat and a dart
Truly, life is of this and that.

I was sipping my apple cider
This time I had no cigar
Caressing the hollow of my mouth.
All my plans could go south
If this and that
Break my heart.

Life is of this and that:
Sometimes, you hold the bat
Other times, you catch the ball...
A little more and that will be all.
Choose to take all in stride
And in the end, you'll glow with pride.

©Nikoslexie 2017

THIS AND THAT

3:30pm:
Her cry of anguish pierced through the silence as she made her way into the Emergency Room. In her arms, she carried the limp body of a little girl -her only child! As she rushed in, the battle to save her baby's life began; one that had already been lost even before she stepped in as the girl was paper white with little respiratory effort. Moments later, her fears were confirmed. Her only child had died! Another cry of anguish let out; another life ended.
3:30pm:
He sat looking at his phone; waiting for a call to come in. He had written so many exams yet he still had not been offered a slot in the program. He was getting frustrated. Surely, life couldn't be totally unfair. Just as he was dozing off, the shrill sound of his phone woke him. It was the call he'd been expecting.; he'd been offered admission. Great was his happiness... Another chance given!
Two unrelated stories. Two emotional extremes featuring on the same page... Wait a second! Isn't that rea…

WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE!

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The above was the notice hung in every corner of Shane and Darry's house...at least in their minds. I wish the search were for criminals but I have to disappoint you, the search was for Bed bugs. (Am I serious? Yes, I am😁). Bed bugs were the sole object of the search.
The search started from the sitting room furniture where everything - cushions, headrests, throw pillows - was turned upside down and inside out in a frantic search for the bed bugs that had recently invaded their territory. Fortunately, their search was fruitful and yielded some bed bugs and their eggs carefully camouflaged within the crevices of the furniture. You really should have seen the look of joy and satisfaction that coloured their faces with each discovery!
As I watched the duo conduct their search, I almost couldn't believe they were looking for bed bugs and I wondered when bed bugs became treasures in our community. I only wished we could be so detailed and thorough in our search for genuine treasu…

NO ALIASES

~~~* NO ALIASES *~~~
Tell me I'm home...
The sparks I see in the sky
Mirror the ones I feel in my heart.
I wish I could comb
Through the feelings that run by
But they seem to have perfected their art

What's your name?
What makes you tick?
Maybe it's none of my business.
I really wish this were a game;
That you didn't come in the nick
Of time and cause this uneasiness.

I'm falling for you
Even though I see a veil...
Even if I willed, I couldn't pull it down.
It always takes two
Definitely more than a mail
To keep the heart from a frown.

What's your name?
This time no aliases.
I really wanna trust you-
Trust that this is no game.
I could have ignored your passes
But then how would I know your heart- it's exact hue?

© Nikoslexie 2017

REACH FOR THE SKIES

Just sitting there with a thousand thoughts flowing through. I had to write; not just anything but something good. That was the most pressing of all thoughts.
My mind drifted back to a decade ago when it all started one afternoon with a simple conversation between two friends. One was a poet and the other was a lady who had read no poems except those mandated in the Junior Secondary School. They were both science students with seemingly no background in the Arts but their love for words bound them together like Romeo and Juliet. For her, it started with a desire to try something new and exciting. She did that and with all diligence too as she dated all her poems to monitor her progress.
Fast forward to year 2017...she still writes (maybe not as frequently as she would have loved) and has a few nice poems to her name. She still strives -strives to touch the sky she saw hanging so low just within her reach a decade ago. Remember, it all started with a desire. A desire to try something n…

I WAS LATE

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I WAS LATE
Today, the chronicles will be written
Tonight, they will be unveiled
Tomorrow, our legacy will be echoed -
Loud in the hearts of the brave
For it takes courage to embrace history.

I was late -
Later than expected -
But I came anyway.
I shouldn't be denied
Because of my time of arrival.

I would do all they did
Dance, make merry and live
Like I didn't care
Because I was late.
Surely, there was no better excuse

I was late
But because I came anyway,
I should make it count.
I could be late; also be brave
For it takes courage to leave a true legacy.

Today,the chronicles will be written
Tonight, they will be unveiled
And tomorrow, our legacy will be echoed.
How loud will it ring?
How far will it carry?

© Nikoslexie 2017