We are like instruments,
Unique; percussion, wind, stringed…
Our moods are the keys:
We can be happy, sad, angry,
...
I don’t stare
But I’ve made a trillion glimpses.
She is beautiful without
And within, my heart is in awe of her.
...
Sometimes I don't feel alive,
and sometimes my feelings are ambivalent.
My thoughts are songs that are on repeat.
I cry a thousand tears within and without and
...
The little world we belonged to,
Defined me as East, and you as West.
A line was determined beforehand;
Splitting us by our visible differences,
...
When you left,
I went into the kitchen,
To make myself a cup of tea.
...
During the mauve sunset,
She was with me; hot, mild, assiduous, all so luxuriate,
clothed in black and a tint of lemon.
She was fair, and my desire for her lead on,
...
I am not impeccable,
My natal scars bring about unpleasant things,
Part of me wants to destroy the other;
I want to eat my own flesh, yet drive away my belief.
...
I faced the white duvet cover,
but couldn't see it in front of me.
Tears flooded my eyes,
but I couln't feel them.
...
Dear God,
Use me as a vessel upon this desert sea
To travel
Use me as a vessel still to reach
...
Like a bride ought to be set
let me also be primed:
Or like a young girl who
awaits for her season
...
As unworthy as I am;
I came to you.
For there was none other I could
go to.
...
It was sunsets then,
It was tea.
It was eyes then
That leaked ease.
...
Every day for registration
I would walk in and turn right
to give him a ‘good morning’ smile.
He would reply with that soft voice he had,
...
Let me sit still in your palm.
Let me sit still in your palm, and
Tolerate I implore you
...
Once again I’m at this downfall in life,
which I never get to see
its beginning or where it lies.
“I don’t get it” I cry.
...
If you’d boast of some defeat
Then why should I move towards you?
Why should my steps be at the same pace as yours?
For each time I’d make a step you’d get closer
...
</>Tabo, you need to change!
You need to change!
Why have you been going round
this way?
...
Mostly I find it hard to talk; to open my mouth and just talk. I prefer to reveal every layer of thought, expressing it on a piece of paper.)
I Love Music
We are like instruments,
Unique; percussion, wind, stringed…
Our moods are the keys:
We can be happy, sad, angry,
express so many emotions.
Tell a story,
Be a journey,
A new world.
When I listen to music,
the music I love,
I become invisible:
I turn into vapour, condense…
and melt in the melody,
the notes play in my veins,
flowing with my pulse,
my eyes closed,
and my heart listens.
I’d be left in tears,
Or lifted up.
I love music.