joyfulness

Harnessed in our sentiments
An artful feeling of bliss resides
Shrouded in an angelic temper
It tenaciously motivates our deeds

In its wake, it insightfully inspires
Nursing a bountiful desire to love
Every essence and every character
And sharing it in smiles and in laughs

The mind spools in lovely thoughts
Invoking compassion in the heart
It is joy, the pinnacle of happiness
Where we enjoy the delights of life

tis christmas

On a light harmattan morning,
A gaily festivity descended on us,
And an aroma of carols filled all,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Christmas is a fulfilled promise,
Of God’s promise, His love,
Our hearts gladden with joy.
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

A christened celebration of gaiety,
With wishes and presents and you,
A greater love our earth rejoices,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Merry tidings, we freely share,
As we’ve receive, so do we give,
To fulfil the vision – oneness of us,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

dilemma of a marriage

Like bees to nectar, we became attracted;
Through encouragements and devotions,
Confidants and best friends we became.
“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health”,
A solemn vow, entered in a joyous mood,
In the midst of our families and friends,
A beautiful whole, we have become.

A truly harmonious marriage, we visualised;
A common good, we sought to seek,
The sun as our guide, till the dusk of life.
A hovering cloud, a little shower of rain–
A bump on asphalt and cracks appeared,
With regrets, I curse that moment,
For we were the happiest of them all.

Accusations, allegations and fault finding;
Quarrelsome acts, substituted for our love,
Mercy recoiled, reason slipped to town,
Emotions nestled itself in the cranial cavity.
Two dichotomized beings, we evolved into,
Different contexts, two distinct individuals,
A far cry from a stunning couple.

How could love have escaped us?
Our laughter was music for the birds,
Blessing found its presence in our sight,
Joy, the winged fairy, lighted our paths.
And dedication felt warmth in our embrace,
How, she longs for such melodious passion,
A crossroad, our marriage has come to.

please, marry me

Fistfuls of marriages, idyllic marriages;
Lots of both, have I seen,
I know not, what mine will be-
But I pray thee, please marry me.

My hopes for tomorrow, are centred,
On us, you are the affirmation of me,
How else, can I inhale and exhale-
But on my knees, please marry me.

Like a rudder, you steer my vessel,
We are bound for better and/or worse,
Fare we well, the wind’s taken sail-
You are my compass, please marry me.

Every new day, I fall in love again,
With you, my heart beats as a devotee,
By your side, I want to spend my days-
Doting on you, please marry me.

My poise is in you, my sight and vision,
Your eyes like mirror, I see myself in it,
With elegance, you groomed a gentleman-
I offer thee this ring, please marry me.

my love, my love

My love, my heartbeat;
Midway between adoration and worship,
Is where I place myself in your presence:
I do not know what to call that state,
But I know how it feels,
Comparatively, sensitivity is numb.

My love, my pulse;
Smile has carved its features on my face,
Because my fixation is stuck on you.
You are the essence of my world,
Shh, shhh and hushes, whispers all around;
Charmed? Their understanding is flawed.

My love, my throb;
How can I make the world understand?
That it was in your arms I found ecstasy;
In you, I have perfected love,
A love so sugared, it makes honey taste sour.
Contentment is what I have found in you.

My love, my thud;
The first time you kissed me,
The stars give forth a little more light;
An aristocratic chill froth from the dusk breeze,
My senses awoken and I became aware of me,
My soul you set free that night.

My love, my all;
My individuality, you let me keep,
And I have learned to live with you in unison.
My emotions, I have bottled and I control,
The fruit of freedom have I tasted,
Ecstasy it is called and sugary it is.

My love, my love;
Is there a company more desirable than yours?
You have become the lens through which I see.
Your whispers serve as the origin of my acumen,
And your smile awakens my sensuality.
The curvature of your lips smiling, dazzles me.

My love, my goddess;
Rhapsody my body experiences in your embrace;
My nostrils are constantly filled with your smell,
The resonance of your laugh still pulsates in my ear,
And your touch loosens my nerves in a whirlpool.
Bliss, it is I recount.

My love, my fetish;
Admiring you is praising God,
For your beauty is more than bewitching,
Glowing like the silvery dew under the moonlight.
Intelligence and esprit cultivate your intimacy,
You are a faultless imprint of my sexual fantasy.