There Was A Song…

Once upon time,
When we couldn’t sing,
When we didn’t know how to sing,
And when we feared to sing,
A song,
A certain song,
A kind of a song,
Kept on singing deep in our hearts.
This song refused to die.
The beat kept on.
The rhythm never abated.
The melody was constant.
The lyrics only too real.
Silently, we sang the song.
A silent song.
A personal song.
The ears couldn’t hear the song,
Only hearts could hear and see,
The song.
It was a song of hope,
Freedom, prosperity, peace,
Love, grace, truthfulness and tranquility.
It was our song.
A beautiful song.
There was a song.
Once a long time ago…

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Dreams

When sleeps claims victory,
And I’m dead to the night,
And I’m blissfully embraced by slumber, the things come upon I. The ethereal beings finds I.
The dreams.

Some I know while others,
Are unfamiliar and strange.
They tell a wierd story.
Buried pains awaken.
Lost love is found in a clammy night. Whispered beauty is stolen by dreams.
The dreams.

Clandestine aspirations,
Moot a true destination.
A mirage defines the reality,
Of these dreams, escaping a description. Defying an inclination.
The dreams.

© Copyright Ayoub Mzee 2012

No Denial

Thought he could ran away from this feeling. Thought that he was protected from the emotion.
But alas. Falling is so easy after
such a gallant fight. But behold, the man has been caught up in a certain adoration loop. The damsel stole his heart and ran away with it to distant leas. He sees his story in her eyes. So candid and so clear that it startles his spirit. It is a moment no man can deny.
No denial.

Both want and need ran amok in his weak heart. Wanton desires claims the dark night. Dark longings smoulders at the altar of unbriddled romance.
She wants. He’s afraid of her power. He wants too but cowardice steals his chance while his own hunger propels him to scour for stolen moments.
No denial.

She’s ready to bow and offer all and be bestowed with seeds of life in an eternal dance of life. It is  her moment and he can’t demur anymore. He has to claim the crown and glory shall be celebrated in a night of a thousand candles. Ease down onto my loving lair my king, she coos while holding his essence in a delicate care. Her bosom welcomes his fiery and wanton need. She whispers songs of triumph into his silly ears and the ultimate promise is consumated.
There will be no denial…

© Copyright Ayoub Mzee 2012

The Moment

When it finally hits home
There is no denial
There is no escape
The moment must be consumed
A sure win
A sure surrender
It is the moment
That truth finally reveals herself
She she claims her place
In reality
They are the best moments
Defined in the passage of time
In present time
The moment commands respect
Scripting the living time
And making history
In broad strokes of hope
This moment cannot be stolen
It is a moment that can only
Be defined by living the moment itself. The past, the present and the future fuse onto this one moment.
Our moment.
The moment.

©Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Traces of A Soul

I gather about
The pieces of my soul
Jumbled psyche
Traces the shadows
Of my soul
Pain is beautiful
So is love
A soul longs to long longest
Abyss of nothingness
Betrothes traces of a soul
Loud thoughts
Clamour for a familiar cause
Pieces of a soul
Gather around piqued courage
Traces of a soul
Tell my story

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee