
#cassaquote – 23


He slips the blue sapphire
onto her finger
silently
prays for her spirit
to turn towards him
She accepts his ring of proposal
silently
prays for his envy and jealousy
banished from their life forward
Will the blue sapphire
be the magic wand
grant them fidelity
in marriage
or
be the smallest handcuff
imprison her heart
I keep saying
the honeymoon period will end in due time
you will no longer write poetry about me
You said there is no such thing
I am just overthinking myself stupid
and
waiting for tragedy to happen
when there is no reason to believe
that our love is fading
As a punishment
I have got your man flu
and
you have got my period
Rain like this
brings incomprehensible
pain and sorrow
Day like this
all she wants to do
is to curl up in a ball
to sleep the time away
But she fights
to get up
get going
cos the thought of
breaking down
is far more
frightening
I have learned not to look too far ahead.
Because tomorrow is an illusion
while today is a pandora yet to be opened.
I cannot afford to waste my breaths on
fearing the mountains ahead.
Because I must fix my gaze on the unseen force that moves the mountain.
I have realised how much strength I lack.
And yet for the last however long
I am still plowing ahead with strength that I never have.
So, let go and let God!
He alone can indeed carry me to the end.
her heart is
the rollercoaster
in the amusement park
of the sanctuary valley
she is grateful
when she sounds
I need you
I want you
I miss you
I love you
they boomerang
what better place
than this
where her heart
finds rest

My ancestors in heaven
snow king be your name
Your kingdom come
your will be done
in winter as it is in other seasons
Give me this day my daily prey
and protect me from my predators
as I also have protected my cubs
And lead me not into desolation
but deliver me from famine
How come you see my pain?
Am I that obvious?
I live with pain for so long.
I recognise it like a kindred spirit.
How come you don’t show it?
You look happy.
I am happy.
I found a way to keep my pain at bay.
How come I don’t see what you see?
Perhaps you are blinded by anger.
Pain does that to us.

last night
you appeared in my dreams
fluttering your wings
in an empty room
devoid of music
this morning
I woke up
with the trail of the incense
burning in my studies
mistaken to be
your sensual perfume
my stained bathrobe
weighted me down
with the dread of
a new day
I keep watching
the moon courting the stars
till dawn
a reality of my life
till I will see you again
when I am old and grey
you know my love
this endless reminiscence
I shall satisfy
till the last of
my breath
Love makes us
exceedingly jolly
so
we
squibble love notes
dabble erotica
dribble poetry
squabble in an reality TV show