The Sunset is always here, so is the day, Time is just passing day by day, but People are Different, Once they leave, They'll never come back. ~Phen Mj~
It was too blackened,
Like a piece of gold,
Covered with coal,
The pot calling the kettle black,
It had held too much,
Stifled too much,
It held all the broken pieces,
The many knives on it’s back,
It was no longer beating,
Hardened into nothingness,
A black bubble surrounded it,
Not sinister,
Not evil,
Not hatred,
Just pride,
Vengeance,
It was just but a blackened heart
Even if it hurts, push on,
A curse or a blessing in disguise,
Who know, she was treacherous,
He was on the verge of collapsing,
Cessation of emotions flow,
A loss of good with flaws,
It’s priceless yet too cheap,
The sarcastic irony in it,
She called love, he said that was his part time hobby,
Conflicting, the interests too demanding.
How I long for the days,
Of the nyatiti players,
We dancing in a melee,
Losing ourselves to the tune,
I shall return, I shall return.
I shall return, to my humble abode,
To revive the nyatiti players,
To pluck the guitar in apprehension,
To dance in the glare of the new moon,
Impressing panels.
I shall return to pay homage,
To my one and only love,
In the glittering moon-lit arena,
She praised by many a nyatiti player,
To seize her love and take her captive.
I shall return, I shall return,
Rallying along my fellow dancers,
To relish the dulcet tunes,
Embellishing the traditional attire,
Taking home my cattle-bird egg.
SAGE 