Passing winds

Rain pouring down hard

A soft touch turned into a cold stare


I rose and fell to the occasion

I often cry myself to sleep to get rid of the pain

I slide through the guilt and skip to the blame

Dodging the peary eyes of forgiveness..

I wonder..,


if so..

What is heartbreak if not a poison of sorts?

these passing winds..evolve.



A drifting star

I pull it close

Towards me…

It wants to run away to see the moon friend..

I tell it ,”No…you shall meet your death if you go there.”

It refuses to listen to me. Its eyes are hooked on the other side of the universe

I can see her blood-thirsty urge to go on this adventure and visit her new found friend..

But wait…it is forbidden.

For light and dark cannot harbour good fortune. 

But can they?

She tries to convince me to join her on this escapade …..

But shall I partake ?

Day and night passes.

The adventure is yet to unravel before us…….





Here I am

Here I was

I opened my mind n soul for you to see through me

Here I was

patiently seeking your approval of me

Here I was

Filled with butterflies of sorts, could not help but  feel at home

And the pages turned,

Here I am

Trying to get back to chapter one of my self love book

Here I am

Scouring through ,trying to collect the missing pieces

Here I am

Fighting wars of mind ,body and soul in the darkness and light

……..Here I am

Breaking through

Looking up, as my answers come from God

He stays .He grows

He blossoms∇

Here I am👸


Part III

to hold, is to bear

to leave, is to wear… ∇  Z


was taken aback that Monday morning,

as i saw you dwindle and fade away in my thoughts,,

so effortlessly done, yet seething in pain..

you took the goodness in me…¦the softness,the lovely,the patient,the kind (so i heard)

oh how you bruised me and left me to die…

who am i now that you left me this way?


Who am i?

Part II

”Just because Atlantis has not been discovered

                                   does not mean it will always remain hidden.”


You clothe your aura so well,,

your outspoken nature tantalizing everyone you meet,,


I’m trapped you know?


Season after season i claim you ,,with no question,,,

You pride yourself in seeing me gaze up at your angelic self and give you that honor, ‘your Majesty’


I’m trapped you know?


Oh how the dew drops and soils my clothes,

How the rain will pour down heavily, with intention,

with disbelief,,

or is it already here?

RED TAPE- (miniseries)

”Breathe slow…

                                   let your breath guide you to safety..Let it.”


I’m astounded by your witty ways

your lazy gaze

 Your innocence

Your dirty ways..ohh

Your thirst for the next best read as you cuddle yourself up , reading a book by the corner

I’m trapped you know?

Levels upon levels

of sheer grace and beauty that man may not understand until they are


Divine! my mind says, simply divine.

I’m trapped you know?

Tune in to next week’s entry:)