A Woman In Love

When a woman loves,
She gives,
And gives her all,
She gives her whole heart,
She gives all,
And loves in totality,
She is generous,
She is understanding,
She is love,
She accepts,
And holds dear,
Her love close to her heart,
She loves,
She cherishes,
The love of her life,
A woman in love is a magical spirit.

Behind This Smile

Beatific,
Alluring,
Welcoming,
And warm to a soul,
It is this smile.
That no one would suspect,
The enermous pain,
That lurks behind it.
None could feel,
The heavy burdens,
That this gentle smile carries.
Benevolent coutenance conceals many a sufferings,
Quietly borne,
Silently experienced.
Resilience gently plods the soul
along, cajoling for a reprieve.
Bright eyes refuses ill luck,
To peek into a soul in an embellished destitution,
The spirit sings a song of hope,
And recites words of faith.
Behind the smile,
Lies a bland life,
Bereft of verve or vivacity.
A lugubrious existence behind the smile is all there is,
Cleverly concealed from a piercing heart.
Behind this smile,
Lies half dead dreams,
Broken visions and shattered aspirations.
But behind this smile,
There exists a strong spirit,
Oblivious to evil’s beguiles,
No more subdued hues or hushed chromas.
One day,
The light shall shine through the smile and scatter away the dark energy that found abode behind this smile so easily.
And the day is not too far.
The day is here, to rejoice and reclaim and make new.
But don’t let this smile fool you,
It has hidden many things before in yore…..

© Ayoub Mzee 2012

A Woman Knows

An enigmatic gaze.
A cryptic smile.
And a soft sigh escapes her breast.
She nods in agreement.
She holds forth life and its all intricate mysteries.
She is the custodian of recessed narrations.
She has known the truth.
A woman knows.

Where words deserts the truth,
Her heart knows it intimately.
No lie is ever sufficient.
She reads a life history, elegantly
And penned on a candid countenance.
Her warm embrace soaks the doubts, lies, fears, hopes, anger and angst.
You need not tell her.
A woman knows.

Sweet joy in another, she easily gleans.
A heavy heart in loneliness, she is instantly aware.
Hidden pain, she quickly understands.
Withheld empathy, she feels.
Words are unnecessary.
A woman knows.

Her silence is a license,
To seek and heed more from a hiding heart.
She clasps reality in her hands, and feeds a wanting soul.
Her acquaintance is a stipend paid by gods.
Her grace and gentleness is an atonement to a spirit in wildness and in need.
A woman feels.
A woman knows.
She knows.

The Anatomy Of A Lie

A lie has many stages.
A lie has many lives.
It is easier to clasp a lie than the truth. A lie’s power lies in it’s ability to embellish the truth. Hidden in a diminunitive piece of truth, therein lies a lie. Lulling with grand possibilities soon you have fallen for a lie.
A lie is comfortable to the ears.   A lie is calming to the soul.
And so there lies the anatomy of a lie.

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Malaise

A certain malaise
Certainly a malaise
That has refused to die
The die has been cast
If only this malaise would be treated
Maybe relief would be experienced
But this malaise defies his medicine
He claims that there’s no malaise
But can’t lie
I would die
From this malaise
That I understand not
Some malaise
Colonizing a delicate hurt
Some spent heart.