LOCKED DOWN IN LOVE By K.Radhakrishnan

LOCKED DOWN IN LOVE

Locked securely inside her heart,
Even death can’t do us part,
A perfect prison, inescapable,
Shackles of love are unbreakable.

A jailbird, I remain confined,
This is what our fates have defined,
When souls are deeply aligned,
As if for each other they are designed.

I won’t seek any parole from jail,
In the boat of love, with you I sail,
Braving life’s tides and gales,
Lost in love leaving no trail.

Imprisoned behind her heart’s walls,
My heart echoing all love’s calls,
In her love’s impenetrable cell,
In life-long sentence, I dwell.

(C) K.Radhakrishnan

LET ME GO By Jyotirmaya Thakur

LET ME GO
You were all attention ,
A listener , entertainer all in one ,
You smiled often and were fun ,
We had so much to talk and say ,
Now hostile silence between us lay,
Arguments burst in conversations,
It is better to be quiet or keep a distance,
We do not agree on any topic of season
Fight at trifling without any reason .

Let me go, take a plunge,
Play the chords I have not heard before,
Make it happen immerse yourself ,
Do the job of singing your song ,
Let me not suffocate gasping for air,
Ride inside the winding lanes,
With cavernous turns in the Danes,
My puzzled brain is complicated,
Trace the lines of simplification.

Let me be free once more,
Straighten the curves of confusion,
And show me the gate that outward opens,
Or let me find the light within you ,
That draw my darkness towards you ,
A brightness that sparks the night ,
Dazzle me once to your side ,
Let me know it was a fake display ,
So I may leave this dumb race.
@Jyotirmaya Thakur copyright reserved. ( From my book -RHYTHMS OF THE SOUL )Painting courtesy -Akemi Amanogawa Itchi.

Butter verses By HB ROLAND

How chill are those eyes of thee
That snapped me from the calm veils
Of an even splay

If the scorn of your sweet face
Have the magnitude to awaken such feels in mine
How then might your prayers shy
He that spread this passion in us
Your eyes springs like a waterfront
In their vast yellow screen
The stars fly to take a preen
These strange effects in me
works in mild aspect
When the boats reach the toes of the sea of liberty
To which you stood like a lighthouse
Glowing with incense of grace
So airy, so lull the waves syropped
The tongue of the sand
Where bird of calm brood their
Chirps with windy charms

For thee I’d Pray
For thee my soul I stray
For thee I shredded the loaves of my desires
Over the sauced colors of lading sun rays
Along alleys that are visual to the mind

For thy bright eyes
My dream thresh the seedling auras of the nights
Where the candles my desires
Wax their shadows away
In cool search

How cool are those eyes of yours
That paints me the sweet sights of paradise
Under which I’d prayed my heart
To peg a wide shelter for the stars

How lull are those voice of thee
That drew the rainbows in my Sterling souls
Lace me with the oceans rippling within thy blood
Lend me the rudder to riddle my life
Thro’ the blueing waves of a belief
To fish out the mysteries
that barren eyes shall green to see

© HB Roland
21022020

A Poem By Sameer Goel

till where these beats reach
households, cities or villages,
states or nations
or much beyond that..

lovers, sages or ingenious disjunctives
whoever may be overwhelmed
rising above community, religion
or language
won’t he be raising strums
in a coparcenary..

rising above every
community, religion or language
on the tender canvas of human hearts
would my words echo
till aeons..

this world’s so real,
fake as well
an eye contact may invite wrath
but listens patiently
the evergreen divine poesy..

till where these beats reach
households, cities or villages,
states or nations
or much beyond that..

©iammusaafiir

original

Sameer Goel

poem..

#musaafiir

CHAD’S CHAT

SUPREME COURT JUDGMENTS AND THE NEW ‘NEEDLESSNESS’ FOR POLITICAL BOASTING

Yesterday’s Supreme Court judgment on the Bayelsa State gubernatorial election is another pointer that politics is the most unpredictable human activity/profession – and that politicians are the most untrustworthy and unpredictable. See eh, if you no get liver, if you no fit handle consistent disappointments, even at the 11th hour, no near politics. Politics is not for the fainthearted. Politics is for ‘daredevils’.

In this moment, the David Lyon family, immediate and extended, his kinsmen, his friends and associates, and his political party faithfuls (as the Emeka Ihedioha case before this), would be sad, grieving and disappointed – and one or two or three of these category may likely have a heart attack seeing that just a day before their man was to be sworn in as Bayelsa governor, their plans, agreements, dreams, boasts and ‘yanga’ came crashing down.

Although I empathize with each of them, this once again reminds me that with politics, just as there are no permanent friends and/or permanent enemies, political promises, contracts and agreements can be broken, deliberately or inadvertently, due to circumstances within and/or above the controls of political players – especially now that the Supreme Court is beginning to give unexpected judgments unlike before.

In this moment, the David Lyon family and camp are sad but as with every misfortune and fortune that happens to others, there are lessons for us, particularly young men like me, to learn. The main lesson for me here is as the Bible also admonished: we should not put our faith on earthly treasures – because they are temporal. This lesson becomes necessary because whenever I see young men publicly insult their elders because of politics; a very temporal and risky enterprise, I see primitive foolishness and unrivalled stupidity.

The young men who had bragged, boasted and insulted others after David Lyon was announced the winner by INEC would now hide their faces in shame – and because they have burnt bridges, they’d find it almost impossible saving face. And eh, “politics doesn’t have permanent friends and/or permanent enemies” doesn’t apply to young people who do not have intimidating political clots; young people who are mere political party cyber thugs/bullies and ballot box snatchers during elections. These ones can be ignored and discarded.

Remember: in each misfortune and fortune, there are always lessons for us to learn.

Happy Weekend

© Chad Otsapa

A Poem By Collins Hillz

Let’s talk…

Let’s talk about the sleeping souls
The ones that sang us odes
Let’s search their houses
Their hearts, trousers and blouses

How’s life out there in the open
Where spirits wander, lives in coven
Wishing everyday to come back
And another life beg to start

Let’s talk about the unfulfilled lives
Of those butchered with knives
Of those buried by bombs and missiles
And those bitten by snakes and lizards

Oh let’s talk about our lost loves
Those unconditional loves not lusts
Those who made our lives matter
Those with us in every life strata

Oh let’s remember our mothers
Whose lives are full of love and tender feelings for us
Yet felt the pain and fangs of life smothers
Though we prayed hard for them to not leave us

Let’s talk about death itself
Who sees us like leaflets
Who murders both the wicked and softest hearts
An expert In such art

Let’s talk about our lives
And know we can die many times
Let’s live everyday in smiles and love
Let our sorrows be gone

Someday the villain will sweep
Loved ones yet will pray and weep
Let’s stay alive in our lives
For death and life are both deep
Put away our guns, sheath our knives
And embrace every encounter with love
Life is beautiful and many more
Look beyond, you’ll see yours

Copyright @ Collins Hillz
21st February 2020