Kenneth Maswabi Poems

In every news avenue
We are told of the numbers of the dead due to Covid-19 disease
We are not given a list of names
Whether they were fathers, mothers or grandparents
...

Some doors are supposed to remain closed
Neither I nor you want to go outside
We are all stuck in our little piece of reality
Where life seems to be more understandable
...

Sometimes I feel your tears
Run through my swollen eyes
It's your sorrow
That fills my veins
...

My heart is a well
Forgive me for the swell of poetry
It's the swollen lakes of my heart
That pours out rivers of poems
...

In the poet's mind
A poem stands secluded
Shrouded by mystery
No amount of coercion
...

It's often said
In romantic tones
"Age is nothing but a number"
Like selling cheap wine
...

It takes a few words
To unbutton the secrets of life
Yet those words stay hidden
In the firmament of our psyche
...

The webbed feet of poetry propelled me further and further into the Light
Consumed by my desire to open the veil of mystery
I ventured towards the deepest parts of consciousness
On the way I learnt the art of consuming silence
...

On this platform
Everything dissolves
Ego is dissipated
Identities are folded
...

No man wants to go there
Not even the wicked man (woman)
Knows the depth of darkness
Or the ferocity of spiritual desolation
...