When the baobab split and gave life to spirits that wander among our drooling huts, Olu had our umbilical cords strapped to his girdles. When the dew coughed and spewed forth blood upon the craggy Hills and blessed the flowering …
As I ramble down your heart,
I found another wondrous earth,
Occupied with lush green grasses,
Amid humming rhythm of bees akin to brass.
On the memory lane of your peaky mountains,
I ramble with the shower of fountains,
Caressing the buds of Lily, Rose and Jasmine,
Wanting to cuddle with warming sunshine.
The garden of thy heart is vaster than the sky,
For my blurry eyes,
To get hold of another end,
As it continues on meanders and bends.
I keep rambling along the drumming rivers,
With company of rattling leaves of quiver,
Singing the melody with the tempo of birds,
Mating lustrously with those coy spring buds.
For thy love I will keep rambling down the street,
As my admiration for you fleets,
In every verse of mine I bleed,
The purity of adoration akin to the sleet.
©® Bagawath Bhandari
Tides and waves, Hitting the shores, Drenching the sand and the feet that stand on it. With eyes on the blue infinitude, And mind on clouds, I look at the ocean. A mirror holding the image of the sky above. …
Breath your temper Slowly down the fridge Let your anger Meet the call of love at first sight So that your fist Will be a weapon of protection For your beloved Whom you saw that day And before many ears …