Satish Verma, 6 december 2017
The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.
Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically?
A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-
and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother, run –
for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.
Sexless virginity is at stake!
Satish Verma, 5 december 2017
The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest
mood.
You want to see, what your
prefrontal cortex thinks.
The suffering: the debris
fall on the eyes.
Vast Greenland melts.
The terror strikes. You
inherit the barren land.
I start talking with the
spirits. In the shoe box, lies the
past. The water was rising
in eyes. The scent of moon
sometimes misses the earth.
The butterflies, sometimes
come, declare the deadline
for garden prayers.
kipruto muthemba, 4 december 2017
As the sun rises to dance
I am knocked out of my trance
By the warm salty Mombasa breeze
Miles from the painful Nairobi freeze
all this as the madaraka snake
Hisses and gently shakes
Crawling steadily out of Miritini
while I graciously sip my Martini
lazily gazing at the mighty Tsavo jumbos
And thinking of you Awuor!
My delicious, yummy Amour!
Your beautiful eyes
Your mesmerizing smile
And your electrifying touch
Pick me up at Syokimau
At exactly one thirty
I am rousingly thirsty
And in need of your honey
kipruto muthemba, 4 december 2017
We are all just like tripe
The zombies in my tribe
Accepting to be used-up
Our humanity usurped
Our voices muffled
And morality scuffled
Swayed to animosity
Towns turning death cities
For the non-tribe men
Machetes turn to pens
Signing away others’ lives
Husbands, lynching wives
Neighbors, filching friends
Imposing themselves gods
Our basic premise, kinship
Killing Chacha and Maina
Mangling Shasha and Mania
Because they’re not Awours
The Presidents Amours
Thinking its forgiven
Hoping its forgotten
But you can rest assured
For these treacherous sins
We Sure Shall Pay
Satish Verma, 3 december 2017
Where do
I go in dark?
There was no moon
no taper.
*
The petals,
unspeak, fall
from the endowed,
forehead of goddess!
*
Do you believe-
in omens?
Between right and wrong
I am crumbling.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
Your eyes
Your face
That smile
You’re a jewel,
And am every joule,
Irrefutably mesmerized
Your skin
Your hands
Your neck,
Those fingers
You’re angelic,
And am breathlessly yours.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
A times,
We really miss people,
And most times, it really sucks.
So, it ended,
You denied,
You were angry,
Hell, you even bargained,
You were depressed,
But finally, you accepted.
You lost and grieved,
It’s over, the end, right?!
Wrong!
You meet,
Look into their eyes,
And bam kaboom,
All the beautiful feelings,
Breath-taking memories,
Gush in, drowning else,
And the loss, hits you,
All over again.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
I cry for the little boy I was,
I cry for him: deeply every day.
I cry that I failed him: utterly.
For the poor decisions I unmade,
The stupid risks I stayed,
The first kiss and first bases delayed,
The things he loved I crushed,
And his hates; foolishly entertained.
I cry for myself,
For murdering, killing;
Destroying a childhood,
And for messing a future
The poor decisions, the risks, the delayed
The crushed affairs and loathes entertained,
Where is he now? Who I am now?
Where is his place in this world?
kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017
Am afraid
Am scared
Am terrified
A times petrified
To see
To think
Feel, Experience
Let alone imagine
Your cry
Your fury
or your pain,
And even worse,
your absence.
kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017
Forget feelings,
And remind the heart,
That it is just an organ,
Just like a butt or its hole,
Remind it of its sole role,
Cause am frail as a whole,
Tell it to just pump,
The red damn blood.
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