Behind This Smile

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



How I long,
To escape from this concrete jungle.
How I wish to be far away from all this madness.
One day I will leave this city for good.
This city is polluted.
The air that we breath is dirty.
The water that we drink is dirty.
The food that we eat is dirty.
The city’s morals are dirty.
The people are dirty.
The money is dirty.
One day I will escape to the mountains.
I will be at home.

Fresh and crisp mountain air will  assail my nostrils with a certain goodness.
Its freshness will clear out the polluted city air from my lungs and brain.
I will exhale in a permanent moment.
Cool breeze will massage my battered skin.
The city battered my skin with endless and merciless hustles and bustles.
Crystal clear and clean water will wash away the city’s stench off me.
I will drink from the spring while the sun will be tenderly watching over me.
Fat cows will be lolling on endless leas,
Mooing lazily with contentment while watching I,
The caricature from the city, with a curious curiosity.
I will tend to the goats, sheep, poultry and the cattle with abandon.
I will eat fresh meat and drink fresh milk bottled at the source.
I will till the land and plant seeds and nurture the seeds to
Maturity and with a satisfaction watch the fruits of my labour.
I will hold the soil with my bare hands and smell in its rich scents of life.
I will walk in the wide and expansive fields and plains barefooted and
let my heart sing a song of freedom.
I will be at home.

And when the night comes,
Long after the sun has parted ways with the hills,
Long after the land has quietened down,
The thousand stars will herald in the regal moon,
Hanging over the side of the mountain while shining down on my dreams.
In a stillness of a moment,
I will silently gaze at the dark sky and trace my life across the universe,
And make a wish on a star. In the silver light,
I will sip at the potent home brewed beer and hold
Closer the love of my life and kiss her and whisper in
Her ears the moon’s mysteries and secrets.
She will be a fine and a lovely lass who will keep me
Company and one day will sire me a son and a daughter.
I will say a prayer of thanks to the gods.
I will be at home.

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

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