Benjamin Nambu

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Blank sheet

Some days I don’t know if I am moving forward or standing still Don’t know if it’s worth pushing or best giving up Inspired some days and some other days, I just don’t know what to believe. Maybe this too shall pass. Tonight my mind is a blank sheet. Perhaps, a blank sheet too is…
Next step

The higher the heightThe deeper the discomfort of climbingThe next step is the reward of the previousThe longer the steps upwardsThe bigger the reward
So it has come to this

(I met a group of friends begging on the streets to support the family of their deceased friend in defraying the costs of burial, showing his picture to passersby. And I was inspired to write this poem) So it has come to thisBegging money on the streetsTo bury an old friendHis family sitsUnder empty canopiesWaiting…
Another day

Nervous. Tensed. As I prepare for class. The truth, I haven’t read ahead of the class. It’s a discussion and I wonder what contribution I can offer. This is a small class. If you’re not prepared, it will be obvious to everyone. A word of prayer is all I could say, and hope for the…
Rich mineral deposits within

It’s a world of abundanceAnd I couldn’t see The riches I soughtWere all within me The more I press towards my limitsThe quicker the mirage vanishesHow sad the little territory I was content with Email: Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
The Blast

It was a normal day just like anyWe were busy about our activities It was even the anniversary of a giant telecommunications network All over town people were in their colours, jubilant It was probably late afternoon Suddenly, there was a blastLouder than a bombOr anything that could be imaginedIt was the sun itself that…
Deliverance

Woke up terribly sick. So weak I am unable to move or even scream. It was all so sudden. Went to bed feeling strong and well. How did all this begin? I tried to sit up, with great difficulty. Perhaps it was malaria. All over the room, I vomit, having no strength to go to…
To the determined

It’s like a spell Like some decreeSomething worth havingIs rarely found in public spacesIt lurks in shadowsPlaying hide and seekEntering rooms that refuse to openTo visitorsExcept stubborn intrudersWho keep knockingRefusing to back offTill a locked door’s hingesBecome weakAnd fall apartTo the determinedAn obstacle is onlysomething that opens
Potential

Didn’t know I had so much potential Till I started pushing myself To the limits It was hard at first But consistency lessened the burden Makes me wonder Just how many untapped reserves of creativity Are sleeping within Thanks to procrastination And unwillingness to break the limits Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
The Communion

Majitey suggested it first. No one thought of it as a possibility although a few members of the board heard of it as a joke by one Nigerian comedian. Make the Lord’s Supper a full meal. Sounded funny and absurd. They all thought Majitey was joking when he mentioned it. But he wasn’t smiling while…
The Outcast (Page 53)

Not getting what we desire is sometimes a blessing in disguise we do not know. It took a lot of looking back on the past to realize what a blessing failures in certain areas of my life would have been. I was too desperate to always be a success. It doesn’t mean being ambitious is…
The Outcast (Page 52)

I wasn’t used to studying in groups. Partly because I thought working with a group was slow. And partly because something in me made me to think I was wiser than my peers and didn’t need their assistance in any way. The fool that I was, pride wouldn’t let me see. It took a bold…
Tomorrow is a scam

Never put any piece of your life on hold. Tomorrow is a scam. A bird in hand is worth two in the bush. And those two in the bush are yesterday and tomorrow. Right now in your hands is today, the present, in which you can do good, forgive, repent, adopt new habits and strategies…
Winter ABC reflections

This year was my first time participating in WinterABC. It was a nice experience. I initially didn’t know if I could complete the challenge from June 2 to June 30. I am glad I was able to post consistently from start to finish. I would like to thank the organizers of WinterABC2025 for the good…
Conflicts

I used to find it hard to relate with people after a heated argument. I thought of them as people who should be isolated, their way of thinking was hard for me to accept and I believed the best way forward was to have nothing to do with them henceforth. It took some time for…
Movies

Some people see movies and television as distractions. I think everything has its place. Some see movies and television as negative influences on society. I think its a question of who has the tools of change in their hands and what sort of change they intend to engineer. I used to swallow many things whole,…
The picture of a deceased wife

The picture of a deceased wife, on the wall. Seems to stare at the new woman in the home whenever she passes by it. It’s like a living picture, a window through which the dead the old wife could still monitor the affairs of her home from the underworld. It seems to frown whenever things…
The night before the excursion

The night before that excursion, Ghana played against Uruguay, a key match in the 2010 World Cup tournament in South Africa. The Black Stars of Ghana had built up so much hope in the public and in many Africans. They were the only African team that had not being knocked out yet. There were even…
Foggy hopes

Foggy hopesWhen you’re in a dire situationExpecting a miracleAnd you receive a messageTo send your detailsFor a money transferCould it be real?You wonderAnd imagine all the things you’ll doOnce that money lands in your lapYou dreamily draw a budgetDaydreaming even new clothes you’ll purchaseYou wait, like special forces on a missionFor the moment, the alertThat…
Macho Beast

Macho beastIn its muscles and sunbaked feetLong distances and untold stories glistenTough chestFears no competitionOutruns anythingthat can plant a foot in front of the other When I was a childTravelling with my parentsSeemed like a space explorationMy eyes litWith nothing to extinguish the sense of wonderEverything was new and fascinatingInviting me to watch, never satisfiedI…
My blogging journey

When I decided to start blogging, I was simply looking for a place to track my creative writing journey. I used to write on pieces of paper whenever I felt inspired to write a poem, story or idea down. These papers disappeared after a while thanks to carelessness. Even when I write in books, they…
One Sunday evening

It was a Sunday evening. I was alone in the room. The lights were off, and I lay on the floor, half asleep. Then came a knock on the door. Wasn’t expecting anyone, so I wasn’t particularly bothered about waking to see who it was. Besides, my roommates had gone out. But the knocker was…
One family

It hurts doing good sometimesBut I always remember one thingThat we are all brothers and sistersAnd God is Our Father WinterABC2025 Storytelling Festival Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
Performer and Spectator

What does a game teach us? To not wait till we are down by many goalsAnd suddenly start playing with all our heartsA few seconds to end of game A game is won off pitchWhere there are no spectatorsNo applause, only sweat and silenceIt’s where plans are rehearsed, modifiedCodifiedA large room for mistakes and improvement…
The Outcast (Page 51)

Sometimes when a circumstance wants to strangle you, it invites you in slowly, tightening its grip on your neck gently, gradually. Soon, you find yourself gyrating in pain and regrets. Level 100, we were seduced into believing university life was cozy. And that, like a bus, we could waste away precious time and still find…
Celebration bells chime

Celebration bells chimeCrowdsIt’s the sound of a multitude’s feetRushing to a chapelCuriositySeemed impossibleLike strange news in strange landsAllergic to happening on home soilYet here it wasThe season when the impossible blossomsAwakening the sleeping faithOf many doubtful onesIt’s a weddingThe kind that gives hopeTo many singlesThe long hand of faithClasped in patienceIs long enoughTo reach fruitsOutside…
Sacrifices with no microphones

A house standsOn the expertise of many workersA structure of many materials A child is molded into usefulnessUsing clay of different huesSacrifices, compromises, sweat, coaching The higher a buildingThe deeper its foundationElements that will never be seenAnd given due recognitionFor their contributions But there is an eye aboveThat sees below and beyondNoting sacrifices with no…
When I grow up

Refuse to growYou’ll soon be glowingIn the discomforting lightOf stunted growthIt’s a harsh worldWhere its builders banishThose who stay backLay backWhile everything around them is changing What does adulthood look like?A mirage for many youthSoon the illusionThat being an adultBrings immense freedom without responsibilitiesFades like echoes in a forgotten dream It’s those who sit in…
Distant lands and distant tales

Distant lands look greenerTill the curious mind sails awayCrossing oceans, deserts and milesCrossing sticks, stones and thorns To discover that people in distant landsAre just like those back homePeople of foreign lands tooHave heartaches, headaches, and coughsBreakups, moments of joy and sorrowsThey eat, they dieBut as nature likes to reward the curious mindShe gives to…
Finance

Being young sometimes feels like a spell. No matter what truths you’re generously supplied, there is always the tendency to dump them in a dustbin and insist on buying them with hard-earned years, with tears and a bit of one’s sanity. It seems humans are incapable of appreciating truths they have not lived. Maybe it…
Married to the Game

I saw him everyday. In the mornings. Very early. Between 6 and 7am. The place I met him varied depending on the time I left the house. But so far as I stepped out around those hours, I surely bumped into him. He seemed to have no holidays, no breaks. Always in same clothes, soaked…
Married to the Game

I saw him everyday. In the mornings. Very early. Between 6 and 7am. The place I met him varied depending on the time I left the house. But so far as I stepped out around those hours, I surely bumped into him. He seemed to have no holidays, no breaks. Always in same clothes, soaked…
A visit to Lomé

They say maltreatments at one’s current place of abode or work is sometimes the mighty finger of God disguised as a mean boss or guardian, nudging one to upgrade, break camp and advance to some new place, higher heights. Usually sounds a nice philosophy to share but hard living it. I had plenty of misunderstandings…
The Outcast (Page 50)

Exams time. First exams in uni. On various notice boards were displayed the exams timetable with the various venues. Something new to freshers like me. The key challenge was locating these venues. To avoid missing a paper due to the difficult of finding the venue, I noted the dates and venues for each paper and…
Old vs New Books

Many old books are different from today’s books. And readers were much more curious about the content of a book than its title or cover page designs. Perhaps because of social media and many alternative forms of entertainment and sources of information. However, I strongly believe the old ways always pay. The efforts put into…
Pause and Ponder

SometimesI have the feelingThat soap bubblesAnd the faces of many funny creaturesAre reflectionsOf some past livesFaces of individualsOf some very long time ago Just wild imaginationsForgive my wild wanderings But take a good look at this lifeA bubbleFloatingIn spaceNever burstingNever sinking in relationTo other elementsPause, and ponderIf these occurred by themselvesWhy isn’t the process replicating…
Self Gardening

ConsistencyIn pruning off the excessSpendingsEatingSleepingWasting of time Helps the flowers stay fresh and attractive Prune off the old habitsOf impatience AngerBitterness Allow space for the new you to blossomWith smiles that never fadeNever tainted with jealousy Radiating satisfaction in self nurturing Give yourself space to growAt your own paceDefine a new youThat many won’t know…
Feminism

Old keys may be unattractive Yet they’ve opened doors for many feetOld roads may seem too familiar But they are good escorts To new pathsLeading to new destinationsOld friendships may seem outdatedWhen one’s circle is updated Yet tests old pillars have withstoodShould not be underatedAgainst new erect ones untestedTraditions may seem oddBut they have their…
Village river

I remember the river in my village. It was on the outskirts of the village, behind stretches of thick bushes beyond which lied no man’s house. Our house was among the last leading out the village. From our house, you meet a shrine belonging to one uncle, and from the shrine was one old man’s…
Beaches of Abidjan

I stayed in Ivory Coast for four years. My stay there is a book of untold stories. Today, I share a paragraph. About my hobby. Where I lived was called Gonzagueville, in-between a Ghanaian community called Anani and a key port suburb called Port-Bouet, where the airport is also located. What is unique about where…
A battle of double standards

It’s a sad trend. You set up a school, and to convince parents to enroll their children, you must prove the percentage of students who pass the final exams conducted nationally. School has become big time business. And so, schools will go to all lengths to get parents to enroll their children. Students know that…
On Love, Marriage and Romance

When it comes to love, especially for a person seeking love, all I think of is persistence and self-upgrade. Anything can work if you push hard and are willing to put in the efforts required. But you certainly don’t want to pump your sweat and precious time into something that makes you constantly look back…
The streets of Accra

Why did she call? I contemplate while hurrying home, checking the time on my phone every now and then. Would be odd to have her arrive there ahead of me. Those roommates of mine, we are at loggerheads so they won’t bother to let me know someone came looking for me. In my direction is…
Africa and AI

Whenever new things are created, there are those who celebrate the new milestone and there are others who specialize in criticizing it. Sometimes, the criticism is constructive. Some people, however, are never interested in asking questions with the aim of getting to know new things better, and perhaps find out how to be better positioned…
Self-made?

Someone once told me that wherever you see mango trees in their numbers in a straight line on a piece of land, it means someone planted them. Chaos is the natural seedling of nature and wherever you see order, you’ve seen footprints of a superior being. The basic message of this long parable is that…
The fallen grain

Old habitsDisguisedAs impulsive urgesIt’s the same old trapTo get you goingNowhere Grow upFirst attempts are always clumsy But stick to tryingDay by dayOne day you’ll look backAnd see how every attempt Was a step forward Even those that led to a fallIt’s a fallen grainThat has a chance of Being nurtured by the soilTo grow…
Democracy needs tailoring

When political opponents are seeking power, they are experts at critiquing the current government. They speak the mind and language of the masses, language that resonate with the plight of ordinary citizens. “Look at your condition and vote wisely.” they tell voters. And those in opposition are so good at exaggerating the problems of the…
The Outcast (Page 49)

I had no brother older than me to orient me properly on university life and how to properly place my steps to make the most of my student life on campus. So, I sat myself down. “This is a new environment and this is your first time in uni.” I told myself. I convinced myself…
African blogging, Western and Eastern influences

People blog for various reasons. Money. Fame. An outlet for bottled feelings. Warm-up towards a writing career. And when people write, a lot influences the content. The nature of a person (introvert/extrovert) can influence the extent they are willing to go in sharing information. People’s experience in writing can also influence what they share and…
Gloomy night

I heard her. Splashing water into toilet seats. Kicking and knocking washroom doors to be sure no one was in there. Rolling mop buckets. I could smell the scent of detergents, and her grumbling. “So a human being really did this!” she blurted. I’ve always complained about the poor maintenance of the washrooms. Here was…
Fascinating science

Mother came back from a hospital checkupShe said the white man is a wonderFor with a machine she knew not its nameThe doctor looked into her wombAnd saw all the babies she was going to have! The current one, and the rest to come years laterWe were stunnedHow could this be?Amazing the things happening in…
Love finds you

She said love finds you. Perhaps it hasn’t found her, worthy, yet. We didn’t know why she wasn’t married, yet, at her age. We dare not ask. She wasn’t the approachable type. Besides, we wanted to live long. Didn’t want any tigress pouncing on our young lives. She was well advanced in years. And we…
Scent of fresh paint

The scent of fresh paint on house walls MemoriesOf fresh beginningsof moving into a new house A tipof the icebergOf a goldmineOf simple life pleasuresTaken for granted https://wp.me/p4GQQl-CXc
The Outcast (Page 48)

The first time I saw the University of Ghana was the day I was headed to my high school to get further details about my admission. It was always the main entrance I saw, nothing more. Each time I passed by in a public transport, the main entrance was always all I saw, with people…
Strangers

We sometimes dream of one day making great connections, friendships that are deeply rewarding or important business contacts. In our mind, that ideal some day will be perhaps our first trip on a plane to a new land, a special dinner or some miraculous coincidence. We may even fantasize that during such special days we…
The world doesn’t pity the poor

The sun was scotchy, and as its heat intensified, so did my fatigue and hunger. I doubled my steps, my mind working out shops to pass by and what to purchase so I wouldn’t get home and regret purchases that should have been made. Occasionally I would turn to be sure some reckless driver wasn’t…
Lazy morning

I wake up, unsure what time it is. Can’t remember where my phone is. I doze off a little, waking again not knowing how many minutes extra I’ve slept. I look up at the windows. Slightly lit. Must be 5am thereabout. I grope in the slightly dark room, on my bedsheets, for my phone. There…
The Games

It was a family fun day. But the arrangements under the canopies were not according to families. This was the Body of Christ so every person under each canopy was seen as family. I knew no one. Threading cautiously, I entered the venue, a park. Things were done differently in this new church. There was…
The Outcast (Page 47)

It was one late night. We were sitting in the dormitory, chatting. This was after preps, a time all students revised their lessons or did assignments. I was no longer a student. But I stayed in the school’s hostel to help a staff with evening lessons for adults. It was the time Blackberry phones had…
The wedding at Baaltazar

“I paid 10,000 cedis to rent this place for the wedding reception.” the groom told me. “Wow! That’s a lot of money.” I remarked. In my mind, I was calculating how many months it would take me to raise that amount of money. At least 12, if I were determined to keep my salary whole…
Many unread chapters

Hard, wooden faceYou tell me moving stories I’m not moved MotionlessEmotionlessLike a treeIt’s not that I’m toughOr heartlessI’ve cried so many timesNow tears don’t comeEven when they’re supposed toI’m not bitterI’m gratefulTo God for all the trying times enduredSome show gratitude to GodThe instant He does something for themI like to keep my gratitudeChopping it into…
Trouble, brewing

He did not say it, but it was written all over him. If the visitor pushed, Marlon would break from the mother church. The Archbishop was ill and this was not a good time to stir up trouble. There were already rumors that after the Archbishop dies, the church would split. There was a lot…
Medieval Chapel

I enter a medieval chapelTrapped in the ancient architecture A distinctive atmosphere I grope for a labelI marvel at the mysteryAnd mastery Of the designsThe dexterity The pain and passion pumped into the projectImpressively appealing A signature of past lives and past timesIn its walls, I sense the sweat of the workersAnd the desperation of…
The Outcast (Page 46)

Double standards. Same people who educated us about examination malpractices were asking us to make contributions to bribe invigilators because same invigilators who reminded us before the exams rules we were not to break, realized some broken rules could be mended with money. It was a chain and only the dumb ones were fed the…
It’s an empty market

Hungry, I hurry to the marketAll along the way, I imagine the things I’ll buyOccasionally drifting off to think of other thingsI arriveAn empty market greets meHow?! Oh! I suddenly remember whyAs I look up to windows Of nearby hostelsAll shut, except a few squeaking in the gentle windsIt’s vacation today for the studentsDamn! Where…
It’s a long story

I can’t remember what sent me there that morning. I had assumed she was awake by then. Many of her next-door neighbors were still asleep when I got there. There was one worker who was leaving early to work. He told me he heard her voice so I should knock a little louder. Perhaps she…
Resilience is the color of Nature

Resilience is the color of NatureFeel her stubbornness in tough weedThat keep rising when crushedSee them rise among rocksAmong thornsEven on paths frequented by a million feetFeel her patience vibrating in the wavesCalculated moves and motivesLurking in the breezeSearching for soft spots of ships to strikeFeel her fearlessness, fury and focusMirrored in the faces of…
The Outcast (Page 45)

Finally I traveled back to the city to prepare for my final exams of high school. It was the first time I was living on my own. I was to stay in a new hostel. The joy of living as I please without any parental control was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Joy beyond description, beyond measure. Little…
I fear these dark valleys

I fear these dark valleysWhere echoes of footstepsHaunt meI dread these lonesome journeysWhere pieces of broken promises Jab meI fish these empty spacesFor something to fill the emptiness withinPalpable emptiness, all I catchI’ll revere these formative yearsAnd the tears, uncertainties and testsThey fed me Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
Live

LiveDon’t be a cowardRecoiling every timeYou’re struckYou’re hitYou’re sunkPushEmergeHit back, hit hardRefuse to remain underDon’t let them knock offThat smile, that shineDon’t let them dampenYour indomitable spiritYour optimism Stand tallFor agesBe consistently youNo matter what they do to youBe kind, full of smilesAlways extending a hand to the needyA hand to thoseWho have no one…
Damaged reputation

Those momentsYou look backAnd wonderHow the hellDid I descend so lowTo these pitsHow did I bring myselfTo such humiliation To do such an abominable deedThe very things I speak againstPreach againstWas I under a spell? But instead of blaming fateBlaming othersBlaming circumstances I take responsibility It’s all my faultNow that I accept my ugliness And…
Anakrosa

Poems, Flashfiction, Essays
The Outcast (Page 44)

Our parents’ job requires being constantly on the move. And now that I had reached my final year in high school, they were transfered again, leaving the city for a town I had no idea where it was on the map. Never heard of the town before. There were many popular towns in our country…
Mark and Tiffany

Mark thought deeply about what he was about to do. Risky, no doubt. But it’s in trying you increase your chances of success. But this trial was no ordinary trial. Failing will be unbearable. He thought deeply, slowly. He and Tiffany had been friends long enough. At first, whenever he asked a girl out, the…
That furnace called Dreams

I am excited to announce the publication of my poem “That furnace called Dreams” on Pooja’s website. I would like to specially thank Pooja for showcasing my work. Here is the link to the piece on her website: That Furnace Called Dreams (Guest Post)
Mighty Forts – Spillwords Publication

I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem “Mighty Forts” on Spillwords.com. I would like to thank the Chief Editor, Dagmara K. and the formidable team at the Editing Department of Spillwords for showcasing my piece. As usual, a special thanks to Grace Y. Estevez and Sadje for the constant encouragement in my…
Shame

The children were all looking beautiful. Even though it was a competition, the children were all happy to see one another, exchanging friendly glances and giggles. To them, it was just one of their usual fun times. To the adults, this was a warfare they were all determined to use any means possible to win.…
What is maturity?

What is maturitywithout the ability to keep secrets? Why tell a secret if it increases the probability That trust will be brokenThat old wounds will be opened What is lifewithout timeTo tailor one’s lifestyle to one’s tastes? Why the hasteWhy the raceAs if this life is a competitionAs if being busy is what brings recognition…
The Outcast (Page 43)

I was about knocking the gate as usual when I noticed something unusual: Voices and laughter emanating from the living room. Then the motorcycle of Mrs. Annette’s husband who should have been away on a work trip. Then the bicycle of the watchman who comes in the evening. What was happening? I knocked on the…
Life different from ours

In the city where we live, life happens so fast. There’s hardly time to pause and remember even one’s own name. A month passes by like a silent wind, impossible to clutch and account for what one did with them. You’re neighbour’s with strangers for years and friends with people far far away. But here…
Grow up!

Grow up!You cling to old habitsThat have done me no goodWhen I was once a foolAnd refused to be schooledOne day, my cup became fullAnd I realized there was nothing coolAbout being a fool https://wp.me/p2CQXv-4XH
Total recall

Certainly within me Certainly within reachLike flamboyant petalsLike flamboyant medalsThese beautiful dreams Though risky like a ponzi schemeThey echo in my thoughts like a theme songForcing me to put my retired energies on total recall https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C6w
The Outcast (Page 42)

Youth and foolishness. I’ve noticed no matter how matured a young person looks, there will always be traces of immaturity in a number of things done. Sometimes the microscope just has to zoom in further to find the traces. They are always there. It takes time for many of them to wilt and fall off.…
The Missing Keys

One Christmas evening, we were returning home after a visit to one of our aunt when I felt my pocket and realized the bunch of keys to our house was missing. “Oh! “ I exclaimed. ” I forgot the keys at Aunt Regina’s place. My big brother was the kind that hardly smiled. And it…
Fatigue

Traffic jam. I check my time. Probably won’t be home as early as planned. The driver is contemplating changing his route. “Anyone alighting at Third Gate?“ he asks without turning to the conductor. ” One passenger, ” the conductor tells him. The driver seems annoyed by that piece of information. I shake my head staring…
Beauty

There! On a window pane in the corridorA brand new laptop and an Iphone! Who could have left them here?In a place where almost everydayThere were complaints of theftsAs my footsteps grow louder on the tiled floorIn the direction of the shiny itemsGlistening in a ray of sunshineI hear the flush of a toiletAnd feet…
Ladies on a balcony

They were a bunch of female students, on the balcony of the last floor of our hostel, hooting and jeering at passersby. I hadn’t seen them until I was stabbed with a remark about my clothes. They said my combination was off. It was embarrassing. I took a look at what I wore. They were…
Go places

It’s a beautiful worldSo beautiful sometimes it makes you forgetYour worries, sorrows and little lifeWhen you think of the vastness of this universeDoesn’t it inspire you to dream big?Don’t you see finger and footprints of a Mighty Being?Aren’t you ashamed of the many ways we destroy its beauty and peace?Do you see traces of the…
The Outcast (Page 41)

Before I was admitted into senior high school, I was confident that I was going to excel academically as I did in junior high school. Little did I know that the fatigue from the long distance to school coupled with teachers who never showed up in class to teach would weaken that resolve. Every resolution…
Family

Their mother did not know her birthday. She was born in an era and place where no priority was placed on keeping records. And so when she had to get a national ID, their father guessed a date. On WhatsApp statuses, her children see other children post their moms on their birthdays and feel unable…
A script of shallow truths

When everything is working for you,you think you know the rulesWhen everything stops working for youYou shrink into a script of shallow truthsYou stink with echoes of ruinsHow a tiny pore can spark a ship’s demiseHow a mighty fall can reveal subtle pride https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C5w
Default colour

To the uneducated, the scholar is a nuisance Like love birds to one who cannot find loveLike a single unemployed mother and her daughter Seated in a corner of the houseWatching children rushing to welcomeTheir fathers returning from workEnvy is the default colourWhen one is sketched beside things one cannot haveBut scholars have their problems…
Hide your face

Even the sun hides its faceBehind cloudsSkirting stealthily across the skyEven stumbling and falling over the horizonIts absence giving it the impression of renewed strengthWhen it rises againIts absence part of the reasons Nature misses itWhen it returns Even Earth refuses to let the Sun see all of its nakednessIt keeps turning, revealing a piece…
A lesson well learnt

The first time Mina moved into her hostel, she noticed the cold attitude of her roommates. It was as if she needed to pay them to respond to her greetings based on the number of words in their responses. One was actually sitting on her bed and the reluctance with which she stood up was…
They ask me

They ask me why I’ve become quiet these days. I do not answer. And when they insist, “There’s nothing,” is all I say. They don’t believe. I don’t care. Things change. People must level up. I realized the need for distance. Respect is important for maintaining long term relations with people. We laugh together too…
Crossroads

CrossroadConfusionContemplatingGiving up, but…Where is strengthBuilt without tests?Without discomfortWhat meaning has growth?How can one achieve fameWithout faith in one’s abilities?And hold unto it longer without humility?What is success without respect, without wealth?What is evolution without motion, without shattered limits?Where is the fun in an adventure without uncertainties and fears?
Phases and messages

These past few days have been toughWhat looked like a short cloudy weatherHas stretched into days without sunshineAnd though the day has lost its brightnessThe dark moments have revealed more thingsThan daylightEach phase of life is a messageHow sad we bypass so many without decodingHow tougher and wiser we’ll get if we knew their essenceThough…
One of those days

It’s one of those daysThat nothing happensYou just sit and stare at the ceilingThe window, floor, or some passerbyMind drifting to an incident in the pastLike some busy bus suddenly out of useYou relish the past and the companyAnd your usefulness that was once a source of prideSeems some things are destined to be brokenNever…
A floating ball

A floating ball, roamingCombing spaceA lone habitable bubble, moaningDrifting in a hazeA particleIn a vast expansion of heat and iceTeaming up in hasteTurningSearchingWith a giant searchlightReaching far into spaceBeckoning us to look beyondOur little livesAnd reach for worlds unheard ofPromises of pleasures undiscovered https://wp.me/p4GQQl-BNp
Maturity and silence

In its youth, a river is violentIt rushes, forwardSometimes destroying many good things In its pathWith time, it maturesExpands, and moves slowly, quietlyThoughtfully, towards a precise destinationAn unlimited sea https://wp.me/paf3ao-kRE