Category: Poems

  • Hope In Abundance

    {Photo courtesy of Forbes}

    By Caren Chelagat

     

    Sun rays shimmers as he awake a story

    A story of a new dawn that awakens sunrise

    Sunrise as the flower beams in the Wild Wild West

    The serenity is comforting and seems to speak of inner peace

    Inner peace that awakens inner beauty

    The beauty in life that makes it glamorous and soothing

    We are set to look to the East as we await for the wits

    The universe is not our home

    As we set out to seek solace

    We are masters of peacemakers

    Art in making all a complete will

    A complete understanding that rocks it all

    We are all left to gaze at the stars as they twinkle as that is ideally where we got the glimmer

    Let in the the sun beam

    That lights up the one dream

    That we used to have when we don’t sleep

    And wish for the best seems

    Hope is never lost.

  • IN THIS TOGETHER

    (Photo Courtesy of Dreamstime.com)

    By Abdul Shaban

     

    Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
    But the deep love we share has been there all along,
    You say why go on, there’s nothing that’s right,
    But we never give up, we continue to fight.

     

    There’s a light of love that gives us our sight,
    Our hearts may get dark at times, but we know there is light,
    We both have situations not fair,
    But inside we get through them because of something special we share.

     

    The trials make you aware of the way we feel,
    A love that is not fake but so very real,
    I know at times that it seems like a raw deal,
    But we must get through these trails until we are healed.

     

    Trials are not easy, and you feel there’s no hope,
    There are times when you feel you’re at the end of your rope,
    But you must go down deep in the pit of your heart,
    Let it stop your despair and give a new start.

     

    For true love for each other is a gift some never get,
    So when that trial comes, don’t ever forget,
    That there is a rare thing we share that had to come from above,
    And those trials will end, what got you through was pure love.

  • WHAT IF I MARRY HER

    By Abdul Shaban

     

    What if nature is not fair to you

    What if I marry your girlfriend,

    What if I treat her better than you did,

    What if I live my promises with her,

    Will you still be mad at me?

     

    What if she finds the love of her life in me,

    What if I sent sweet romantic poems to her,

    What if I go with her to the movies,

    What if I build a home with her,

    What if I get kids with her,

    Will you still forgive me?

     

    What if she lies to you only to be with me,

    What if she fails to come meet you,

    Only to come and hang out with me,

    What if she lies to you she doesn’t sing,

    But sings to me the whole night,

    Will you be stupid to believe her?

     

    What if I am the hero in her dreams,

    What if her heart melts only when she sees me,

    What if she introduces me to you as her cousin,

    And deep inside I’m her beloved lover,

    What if she pecks me in front of you,

    Will you be kind enough to give us a space?

     

    When that time comes,

    When I finally marry your girlfriend,

    Don’t be mad instead be happy,

    For she will be secure,

    Safe in my arms .

  • ORISON REQUEST

    By Abdul Shaban

     

    What if the hand would fall for the leg,

    Get married and bear children,

    Regardless of the looks, the number of toes or fingers,

    How would life have been?

     

    Rivers ain’t flowing from the same source anymore,

    No romance without finance,

    Good looks go with a sense of humour,

    If you ain’t armed you ain’t qualified!

     

    You are the song my heart sings,

    A beauty I’d love to wife,

    A house to forever build on,

    The lyrics are so new to forget…

     

    Afraid of this vacuum I’m,

    Pieces to fill it are scattered,

    Life is slowly getting out of hand,

    A blade of grass tightly onto I hold,

    Fearing stealthily it might slide out.

     

    It’s a prayer humbly I make,

    Fight the battle for our sake,

    A proposal am ready to make,

    Physicians, save my rib!

     

     

  • ABUSE OF POWER

    (Photo Courtesy of Dreamstime.com)

    By Abdul Shaban

     

    Ears lament at the screams of corrupt voices

    That emerge from closed doors of political offices

    Culture is devoured like those nailed on crosses

    The system mourns like sufferers of many loses

    Skirts descend to the ground like defeated forces

    Women are ploughed like gardens by their bosses

    Their bodies are jumped on and ridden like horses

    Nepotism has suffered from unknown sources

    Honesty and integrity are nothing but corpses

    Sex and money are what leadership endorses

    Female workers are now victims of divorces

    Dignity has surly left the bureaucratic process…

  • Mama

    (Picha kwa hisani ya Dreamstime.com)

     

    {Limetungwa na Abdul Shaban}

     

    Uzima na afya tele, zitue kwako we mama,

    Ninakupenda milele, sikuchukii daima,

    Mazuri yakutawale, na upate mwisho mwema,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Leo nimeketi chini, kukutungia shairi,

    Macho kwako hayaoni, isipokuwa ni kheri,

    Haunikifu moyoni, kila siku u mzuri,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Mepita nyingi dahari, sikuwahi kutokea,

    Japo ni ya mola siri, kuingia kwenye dunia,

    Kwako we nikadhihiri, tumboni ukanilea,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Mahaba ya kila hali, mama ulinonyeshea,

    Nikilia we hulali, shida wataka kujua,

    Nisipokula hauli, na mengine wayajua,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Mukanikuza kwa tabu, sana nikawasumbua,

    Wala hamkujaribu, mbali kunitupilia,

    Sasa napata majibu, thamani nawapatia,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Mama ulinifundisha, pale nilipokosea,

    Hukutaka kunichosha, mi nilipojichokea,

    Menifundisha maisha, njia nisijepotea,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Wewe kwangu ndiye dira, mana umeniongoza,

    Na kama nikikukera, usisite kunijuza,

    Nakuombea akhera, akuridhie muweza,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Beti niandike kumi, mia elfu malaki,

    Kwangu ni kama kichomi, pumzi hazivutiki,

    Sifa zako hazikomi, tena hazina breki,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Wasijepumbazwa watu, wazazi kuwadharau,

    Wakome wasithubutu, hata kwa uangalau,

    Tuwavesheni viatu, jama tusiwasahau,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Kwa upendo na bashasha, ninajivunia mama,

    Na hapa ndo nakatisha, mishororo kuisema,

    Du’a kwako nazidisha, ulipo uwe salama,

    Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha.

     

    Liwafikie akina mama wote ulimwenguni

  • I Saw A World

    (Photo Courtesy of Henry Center)

     

    {By Abdul Shaban}

     

    There blossom a flower of peace

    Here falls a kingdom to pieces

    A child doesn’t care to say please

    Doctors leaves patients to bleed

     

    In the sky appears the red moon

    Everyone is not a friend but a goon

    The birds changed their tune

    It is getting darker in the noon

     

    The earth beneath changed to a prison

    Human shut thier memories in treason

    Ain’t anyone caring for each other person

    Fashion, just caring about compassion

     

    Is it better when I say we lost?

    Our personalities are just like a horse

    Running a race and win the host

    Little do we know we end up ghosts

     

    We are like flowers we blossom today

    When the sun rise we wilt in the day

    There is no future no tomorrow

    All will be buried in the rows

     

    I woke up from my thoughts

    Found myself with a flower in my right hand

    Soil in my left hand and water in my mouth

    I just want the flower of peace grow

    I just saw the world this way

  • BLACK ROSE

    [Photo courtesy of Tinted Black Roses]

     

    By Abdul Shaban

    [abdoolmtyro@gmail.com]

     

    Even at my darkest I still bloom,
    At my lowest at my doom.

    A lilly from the valleys,
    A lone soul without allies.

    I watch my shadow with delight,
    Staring down from the height.

    With happiness my face ignites,
    Am not a bunch, not a bonquette.

    Staring at what’s behind the wall,
    Cuz I’ve been there I’ve seen it all.

    A black rose that blooms on earth,
    In a planet where am unheard.

    Humming the melodies of the birds,
    Making my way to unknown lands.

    Inhaling the tender grapes with good smell,
    For a soul that’s walked straight outta hell, yet sees the best in it all.

    Like a dove that art in cleft of rocks,
    Like a flightless bird whose wing just broke.

    For so long I hid behind the stairs,
    But now I rise with answered prayers.

    A black rose I still bloom,
    At my lowest at my doom.

  • SHAHARI YA RAMADHANI

    NA ABDUL SHABAN

    {abdoolmtyro@gmail.com}

    Shahari ya Ramadhani, inatubishia hodi, inataka kuandama,
    Inayo ziso kifani, fadhila, sada na sudi, pamoya na takirima,
    Basi tuipokeeni, na huku zetu fuadi, zashasha na kuterema,
    Ni mwezi ulo na shani, ameamuru Wadudi, ufungwe wote mzima,
    Ni faradhi tufungeni, kufunga hatuna budi, sisi tulo isilama,
    Ikiwa tu waumini, wa kweli kwake Wahidi, hino funga ni alama,
    Mwezi mwandamo jamani, tuuzinge kwa juhudi, katika duniya nzima,
    Tisaa wa ishirini, shabani ndiyo miadi, jioniwe tuwe wima,
    Ukioneka angani, siku ya pili hubidi, tuamke na swauma,
    Usipooneka sini, tutatimiza idadi, ili iwe ni khatima,
    Shaabani thalathini, bila punjo na kuzidi, tumwa wetu ashasema,
    Kwa ajili ya Manani, tufunge tujijadidi, kumcha Mola Qayyuma,
    Funga ni ibada hini, ilotukufu zaidi, ‘meiteua Karima,
    Piya ni kinga makini, maovu huyasharidi, katika yetu mitima,
    Basi tujitoleeni, kumridhisha Swamadi, kwa kufanya yalomema,
    Funga na tuifungeni, tunali yake kusudi, hapa nafunga kalima,
    Natusisingizieni, maradhi yaso shadidi, na matumbo kutuuma,
    Kufunga tusiat’eni, tuche siku ya waidi, na moto wa jahanama,
  • MARRY ME STRANGER

     

     

    By ABDUL SHABAN

    {abdoolmtyro@gmail.com}

     

     

    Its not my life I am trying to endanger,
    Life is a journey I want to be your passenger,

    Keep the roses I like the smell of ginger,
    Maybe am just crazy I want to be your ninja,

    And forget the dinner suit no I like it with your working apron,
    It makes more sense coz the latter only gives sexy pics to upload,

    And come on…I love how you lift that load,
    Is that what you’d do to me coz you look so bold?

    And yes we just met but what if you mean my lifetime?
    I want to see us struggle together through our rough times,

    Sorry I didn’t say my name- call me Safaricom, I am your better option,
    The girl who its you I see so do I call you an optician,

    And I didn’t choose you for lack of a better option,
    Its love by first sight and that you can caption,

    No don’t stare tell me when we should move in together,
    And it takes too much courage for me to gather,

    Maybe because you don’t look like a girlfriend you look like a mother,
    So how about we conduct our masses in bed so my children get a mother?

    And don’t you worry I will be with you forever in quarantine,
    All seasons through celebrating each day of Valentine,

    Tell me are you in for this skeptical idea?
    Coz my gasses in you are ideal,

    Stranger with you I want forever,
    By your side till whenever,

    To wake you everyday at dawn,
    Not with the alarm am talking of moans,

    Promise me your world I came along with the moon,
    With no guarantee I want our first kiss in honeymoon.