Bunguswa Writes.

You'd be back like a thief you said, These are dark days; bewilderment galores, We're deep in the embrace of the snares Drawing in each day's facade And in a cruel embrace of malice, Our smiles are a rejoinder of glaring lies. Could we have killed you in the latter thief? Upsetting calmness that once reigned, And now we've to content with a world scorched, Sunbathing in self-inflicted grief? But each day we relight the fire Conscious of ramifications so dire. Which way, dear God, Is the path to thy throne? In the quest for a lost star, or created femine, Or by the slasher of the SERVANTS'° guard? Look our way and wipe our tears Resuscitate us to overcome these fears. Has inadequacy of heavenly tears denied us pure water? Casting us on transit to the ocean to god of the rising tide to offer our confession and look upto dear heaven for laughter? Which way, dear God, off our shoulder unburden this load. Which ways should we loathe, for jesus° now sojourns i...

We've scaled up the mountain of hope, Oblivious of the rain and mad slides. Optimism has had us lock out shreds of doubt Building castles of expectations Against the reverses of ordinary achievements Based on our wind written scripts. And every second the wind changes direction  Every minute the south westerly rivals the easterly, Leaving us in utter bewilderment To battle a monster we've created in our minds.  Every hour we slide down the mountain Everyday our beautiful castles are reduced to rabbles And we keep inching to the noose For earth still reddens at the sun's glow And the heavenly tears, So does the ashes rest in the common urn. ©Bunguswa™

Crickets incessantly whispered through the night- In hashed tones, tired of lone long night.  Night tenderly embraced darkness, And gently strode; lazily, unconcerned, arm in arm, Through to chills of a frowning morning. The skies still cried, And tears tore through the dense dark blanket. Birds mumbled in their nests Unable to bask in the morning glory- That oft° beckoned an expectant day. We'd cursed and troubled deaf heavens so long, And now ears were a heaven's blessing, But blind like a day time bat.  No more smiles It trickled on Tears of the sun. © Bunguswa ™

It had blossomed; with affection and attention it bloomed, like a sunflower in a rainy winter, that laughs and smiles at the rising sun, So was my love, But Minerva brought me tears. Like a midnight moon on a clear sky: that defies loneliness in absence of the stars, to shine upon carefree trees so was my love- strong like the giant village tree, But Minerva brought me tears. My love was a rose devoid of a thorn a rose that lit faces of those with a gentle touch; and it rose against the scorching sun, that once threatened our existence. An epitome of resilience our love was But Minerva brought me tears. Upon Minerva's tears we inter our love, deep under the red mound of sadness, memories bitter like a desert shrub, that craves for the morning dew, but to a reward of sand storms- thus, as my eyes redden at the salty flow, so will my ashes rest in the common urn. © Bunguswa ™

Like birds of the air that flys high; like twigs that dance to dictates of the whirlwind, life is a mystery of it's kind, an echo, oft° uncontrolled, to which we only can sigh. We cry and wipe the tears, like drizzles from a light cloud, that wets the earth only to be dried out aloud, Alike, the whistling wind will whistle away our fears. Chesrish solitude under the fecund moon, listen to the echo of the glowing stars they unite us in love and erase our scars to redeem our souls, and relight our spirits soon. Again, as the dark cloud gathers, stand under the rain, and wash away salty tears and the pain. ©Bunguswa.™

Minerva, so you've affirmed you're gone. Gone never to come again, and all I'm left to feed on is the pain- this that eats the flesh to the bone. Minerva, thank you for the life lessons, I'll oft° remember you though my end beckons. My heart aches and now I know; I know deeds that can make a butterfly run mad, Or a termite commit suicide. Minerva, it pains to the bone and now I know, I know where the universe's unknown end reigns and where Earth's unforgiving brutality begins. Minerva, up the sky the moon murmurs sadly; The dull night unconcerned, lazily gives way to morning, thus the long night rekindles my mourning, for Minerva's loss and the soul I'm giving away bravely. For earth reddens at the sun's glow and the rain, So will my ashes rest in the common urn. ©Bunguswa™

Even though bowed by situations, time comes when we'll walk with our heads held high. We will rise again ❗