Melody Thaila Kuku
Biography of Melody Thaila Kuku
Melody Thaila Kuku was born on May 15,1995 in Lagos, Nigeria. She hails from Benue State and currently studies English at the University of Lagos(UNILAG) .
She fell in love with poetry at age 12 before she started writing short stories.
Poetry is the only way she knows how to share her feelings, thoughts and emotions with the world. It's indeed beautiful to sit back, close one's eyes and let the muse inspire. Then like an artist, she picks her brush, paint and begin to paint live pictures with words. She loves deep stories, poems that are brewed from the deepest and darkest part of the human mind but mixed with ointments of humanity. She loves poetry of every kind, prose and music. In her spare time she does yoga and gather deep reflections in a diary as a transcendentalist. She love s to have her poems read, rated and given constructive criticism.
Melody Thaila Kuku's Works:
Melody Thaila Kuku Poems
Fear Of The Unknown.
Like the knight of sleeping beauty, He slash through my heart. Tearing down my courage, Shattering my resolve like a wine Glass.
But I Will Write Till, She Shines.
My blood boils, Its steam beating against the sky. Oh! if pen were a sword, Then let it be that i slash at their Hearts.
If You Will Love Me Again.
If ere i am given another chance, i would love you again and again. I would put my hands in your clasp. And sail with you to the moon.
A Tribute To Chinua Achebe
When the bushes of our black mother. Lay uncut, And we waddled about with newly weaned feet. A hand sweated with a ferocious pen,
That Golden Móment When The World Stand ...
That golden moment when the world stands still, Heart beats are calm, Time pause a while. But then the silence is broken,
I Would Stll Wish To Be A Palm Tree
I watch anxiously as the children gaze at me. Is it the time? i wondered. When the blood in me will be sapped by drunken men, And my teeth be plucked from my mouth?
When The Dana Bird Crashed
Bad Engines, faulty parts. Who cares? It doesn't matter, we'll fly anyhow. The ear is filled with slapping of currencies together. Who cares?
Tell Me What You Think Of My Love
Tell me what you think of my love, Is it cold or hot? Does the coldness of my heart, Chill your soul?
The voice coming across the seas, He could smell the aroma of thick passion, In a gentle air. Strings of music play melodies foreign to the heart,
Let Me Be Your Piper
Listen to the heart, It sings. What songs? I know not.
Blood, fresh red blood, Everyday i smell it. Foul stench of humans, Slaughtered like cattles,
Through A Child's Eyes
Life's glass is misty, It gives a hazy view. Once a child's thought i stumbled on, And from a child's eye i peeped,
The Dog I Never Had
I trimmed his hairs, And spent hours grooming him. With tenderness, I laid the bowls of meat and milk beside.
A Fake Heart And A Fake Soul
Borne from the womb of deceit washed in the river of betrayal Foes to souls who trust Destroyers of the guiless
Strangers On Loves Boat
We are stuck, how?
Our world is so apart.
Marooned on Love's boat,
You paddle, i paddle.
But your oar differs from mine.
Your oar is bold and dares the waves
Mine strokes calmly, the waters.
For life has taught me calm