Category: Poems

 

By ABDUL SHABAN

{abdoolmtyro@gmail.com}

 

You are a beautiful soul,
I verbalize my love just to sow,
I think we meet at a dream I saw,
Told you my name, you didn’t say “..So..”

Ask you to be mine,
After taking some wine,
You blush and gave a silent whine,
You wanted me to be your love line,

Our amour has endeavor,
Much pain or whatsoever,
It just wanted us to be clever,
Perhaps be together forever,

You be my queen,
Maybe you wanna be my pen quill,
My volatile moods you just quell,
You are forever in my side never to quit,

The night zephyr is so breezy,
To have add infinitum amour isn’t easy,
Am too romantic making you feel cheesy,
Imagine I bought you Pepsi,

Even though you ain’t here,
I still feel you near,
Your scent all over none to dare,
Your angelic voice is all I hear,

Am in tears since I can’t see you mine,
I wanna see you, even if it is a crime,
You are innocent you just gave me time,
Fight just for me to prime,

Fought with the drug dealer,
For me not to be an addict of taquila,
You are my great pillar,
When your soul is torn I be your healer,

Beautiful soul with passion,
Just because of me you are in prison,
No eye witness to this even one person,
Am not good but I keep up with fashion,

I really miss you my joy,
I got many things to do like chores,
But my mind is in total chaos,
For you being jailed is my cause,

I got hope we shall meet,
Have fun and even eat,
I will protect you from the sun heat,
Am faithful,I promise I will not cheat,

We shall meet again my angel,
To me you are an angel,
Sent to save me,
Am sorry for the mess,

My beautiful soul…

 

Na ABDUL SHABAN

{abdoolmtyro@gmail.com}

 

Zama zimerudi tena, kwenye hali ya siasa,

Sasa hawa waungwana, watayamwaga mapesa,

Nami nawaasa sana, kutorudia makosa,

Ama tutakujajuta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

 

Wengi tulowachaguwa, tukiwadhani wakweli,

Uchumi watainuwa, ziinuke zetu hali,

Katika kila hatuwa, hatukuipata sahali,

Sasa tusije kujuta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

 

Vyama walivyovijenga, visitutie tamaa,

Heri mtu kujipanga, tukakataa hadaa,

Wametufanya wajinga, na hakuna la kufaa,

Kwayo tusitake juta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

 

Wengi wako kwa tamaa, na malengo ya binafsi,

Huku wanatuhadaa, kwamba eti wako nasi,

Vyeo wakisha vitwaa, ndio hao huwa basi,

Tusipige tukajuta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

 

Tuwatizame matendo, tusiyashike maneno,

Asofaa tupa kando, angatowa donge nono,

Huyo kaja kwa mawindo, wako wengi kwa mfano,

Tukiwapa tutajuta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

 

Kura yako usiuze, jitahidi kuwa wima,

Wakisema wasikize, huku uwe wawapima,

Wasofaa tuwapuuze, hawafai kusimama,

Au sivyo tutajuta, kama miaka ya nyuma!

By Abdul Shaban

{abdoolmtyro@gmail.com}

 

In my city

The pavements are not perfect

But every corner has a bustling market

 

In my city

Music is in the hearts and air

But many dreams are strapped on to the chair

 

In my city

Traffic is chaotic and crazy

And here some go hungry

 

In my city

Movie stars rub shoulders with the common man

But he is a “star” and this is eventually a “fan”

 

In my city

Anything can be found on sale on the streets

But you need to be smart, no depth of cheats

 

In my city

This vendor will sell his items by the end of the day

Glad to have struck a deal in his own way

 

In my city

There is so much to do

But everything has a price, you pay your chew

 

In my city

I feel safe wherever I go

But there are alleys where you may get a blow

 

In my city

The heat and humidity is at times unbearable

But it is here that cold is some times another hurdle

 

In my city

The pavements may not be perfect

But every road, lane, footpath and garden always does connect

 

This is NAIROBI… a city of dreams

Live and let live… the aura here screams.

 

Na ABDUL SHABAN

{abdoolmtyro@gmail}

 

Wewe si mzuri sana, punguza kuniringia

Wazuri nimewaona, sura zao zavutia

Na mengi wewe hauna, ila nimewakimbia

Moyo umekuchagua, kwako ni kama bahati.

 

Wangapi wamenitaka, watukufu wa tabia

Warembo waloumbika, wakiniona hulia

Nawakataa hakika, ni kwako nakimbilia

Moyo wangu waugua, nimekupenda banati.

 

Nimesema nakupenda, si vyema kuninunia

Wenzako wananiganda, mapenzi kuyalilia

Nawe waleta mapozi, bahati imekujia

Uache kunizingua,usichezee bahati.

 

Sina nyumba wala mali,ni mbora wa tabia

Nina mapenzi ya kweli, si kwamba najisifia

Ila najua kujali, kutunza kuhudumia

Juu yako kuchagua, sijesema ya laiti.

 

 

By Abdul Shaban

abdoolmtyro@gmail.com

 

Hear the wind roar with its numbing sound,

Nature lions roar as it shakes the ground.

 

Nature is full of beauty and danger as well,

From radiant meadows to the desert hell.

 

The ice so cold it can freeze you to the core.

Whilst beautiful snowflakes carpet the floor.

 

We take nature for granted we see it each day,

And it’s beauty is always on display.

 

Why are we so  dismissive when trees and flowers bloom,

We walk around in despair and gloom,

 

Yet all around us fields of gold,

Watching natures beauty unfold.

 

As it creates patterns so exquisite so precise.

Plants with such fragrant spice.

 

Perfume that so intense.

That surrounds every sense.

 

We are surrounded its fragrance captures our soul,

We are hypnotised we have lost control.

 

As the clouds above pass us by,

Do we look up at the sky?

 

Do we notice nature at all!

Do we hear it’s wondrous call?

 

As leaves turn from green into red,

Nature sleeping , it isn’t dead.

 

Winter spring summer or fall,

It is there , there for us all.

By Chelangat Caren

 

Breathtakingly view to stare at

The sunset

Beautiful flakes doting the sky

The sun kissing the horizon

The sun retires with an orange colour

Casting its rays on the blue calm sea

Beyond the horizon

Light surrenders to darkness

And the mysterious moon

Takes it reign to cast the siphoned rays

Craving so much

Yet so little

Imagine wildly

With the imagination radiating

Fantasize a life

Where I sail to the Bahamas

Where I get to go to Canada

Where I immerse my soul deep into creativity

My soul into fashion

And art galleries  around the world

Like I always wanted

Tour the world

Eiffel tower and among many

Learn various languages

Learn cultural values

And spice it up a little

With my bucket list ideas

Love the kind of love

Not fabricated

By the notion of fairytale.

By Wangui Njau.
(njaucatherine@gmail.com)

Thumbnail Photo Courtesy of fineartamerica.com/

Leaden is the heart.
The heart sees the marvel in people,
The heart refuses to give up on mankind,
The heart that chooses to forget past wrongs,
The heart chooses to love back.

Leaden is the heart,
The heart that loves even when not,
For love bores no ill-will
Even when wronged
The heart chooses to love back.

Heavy is the heart,
Damning heart,
I want you to always smile,
Be fulfilled
The heart chooses to love back.

Leaden is my heart.
The love given,
Never received
But in abundance it gives,
For the world needs a little bit and a little more
The heart always chooses to love back.

The heart is what humanizes us. Being closed off to people, thinking that it makes you stronger, it makes you incapable. Because you will always be limiting yourself, you will always be holding back or holding out. There is ardour in sentiments.

The same passion that brings forth growth in us, also brings innovation and bares creation. The heart allows us to commune, to love and be loved, to appreciate the things most precious in and to us.

This doesn’t mean it has no risk; I’d be a charlatan if I told you otherwise. However, in order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you.

Therefore, you have to hurt in order to know, you have to fall in order to grow, lose in order to gain, because most of life’s lessons are learned in pain and only through embracing these experiences do we make peace with our hearts.

By Daniel Nyaga

(danielnyaga.dn@gmail.com)

Thumbnail Photo Courtesy of pinterest.com

There’s something about Antique shops that captivates me.

I guess it’s all the cool stuff they’ve got… Mostly carvings!!

As I was walking around, this map of Africa caught my eye

And I couldn’t help but think of our beautiful continent for a moment… I hope you enjoy the piece. 

Oh, my Africa!!!

How beautiful are you?

You are a blessed continent, curved out of glory.

The birds chirp each morning, singing a beautiful song

The lion roars deep in the wild, as the king of the jungle.

A land of milk and honey, where culture, heritage, and tradition are ever-flowing…

Oh, my Africa!!

You are a land of great heroes.

A land of constant opportunities.

Blessed with diversity in people…

When will you awake my dear Africa?

When, oh when will you stop subjecting us to these pains? 

Oh, my Africa!!

We are a free continent yet subjected ourselves to be slaves once more.

Constantly killing our brothers and sisters…

All for the name of power!

Oh, dear…

When will you realize that this is a train that won’t stop moving?

Why be distracted by irrelevant issues without seeing you’ve got passengers determined for the journey? 

Oh, my Africa!!!

You’re full of your splendor and beauty, yet this not what you portray outside.

You have become a den of hungry lions… Where the most powerful wants to enjoy the biggest chunk of the dead carcass on his own…

Stop being ignorant!!

You are the richest land for others, but hell for our mothers and children!! 

Oh, my Africa!!!

When will you stop harrowing in poverty?

You have an embarrassment of talent. 

You have all the arsenals to win this battle. However, you choose to walk around naked and not bothered by the shame and ridicule you bring.

You are blessed with natural resources, yet the financial benefit is claimed by outsiders. Your wildlife is breath-taking, yet you kill them in exchange for money…. When will you arise my dear?

Why eat alone when we can all share?

Wake up dear loved one!!!

Wake up!! 

Oh, my Africa!!!

In War or poverty, I love you.

With democracy or forced dictatorship, I still love you.

With all the hopelessness and negativity around, my love for you still remains.

I hope you will one day reciprocate my love to you.

That selfishness will not be what rules our continent…

That love for power and money will not be an issue…

I pray that Africa may once again redeem its glorious splendor, and be viewed for the beautiful continent it is…

Where growth, brotherhood, culture, and heritage are the order of the day

Oh, my Africa!!

I was born here…

I long for the day our beauty will be admired by all.

I long for the day you will be a pillar and example to the rest of the continents.

How long will it take?

However, like a bride who waits for her groom… So will I wait for you!

Oh, my Africa! 

By Daniel Nyaga

(danielnyaga.dn@gmail.com)

Thumbnail Photo Courtesy of aa.com.tr

There she stood…

Short midnight-black hair, sassy but a beautiful smile.

 She had saccharine sweet lips which were lilac soft.

 Her skin shined like a thousand splendid suns.

 I admired in silent admiration afraid to utter a word…

I finally gathered the courage to speak but to my dismay,

She was brutal with her words. Completely unreceptive and unwelcoming to strangers.

She was quite feisty If I may say… Though there was just something about her that fascinated me…

Was it the puzzle of figuring her out?

 Or was I just another one of her victims?

Our conversations were like an old, spiteful, English couple who would banter all day…

Constantly trying to figure her out. Toiling each day to understand what goes on in her mind.

She had built up walls that were hard to scale.

 Each time I would be close to reaching the top, she would increase the feet and I would be left with the insurmountable task of getting to the other side.

Was she worth it? Why did she have some unexplainable power over me?

Was my brain disconnected from my body and my heart the base of all logic?

Days went by and our conversations became less awkward.

I would spend hours in her presence without saying a word, though it would bring happiness that couldn’t be explained.

 She made me happy by just being there… We didn’t have to open our mouths, the silence often spoke more than enough…. It was beautiful!!

Time went by and all I could do was sit here waiting…

Waiting for you to notice that time is running out…

Depending on how you’d wake up or what you’d be feeling.

Each impulsive decision you made would constantly subject my heart to the constant throe of remorse…

I never stood a chance!! Unable to figure you out and understand you…

You would always change the lock to the door…

 I wish you didn’t have to leave but the date is set.

 Leaving me with a smile that struggles to be more than a grin.

I’ve lost a piece and it’s impossible to bring it back.

 Inside I weep to conceal my pain…

 For how long? I don’t know…

But In sadness I know that you will always be a close stranger!!!