Caged Bird

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Wings pinned by invisible pegs
Bound in fetterless chains
Through the window within
I see the azure sky
Virgin, beckoning at me invitingly
I imagine my wings unhindered
Free to clap carefreely
They would patter on aerial soil
Like infantile limbs learning to crawl
Slowly at first
Then gathering momentum
It will increase in speed
Faster, soaring father and beyond
The earth’s celing
To a clime consummated by stars
Which would my efforts crown
I see…
A prison without walls
Incarcerated by
Fear
Of failures inevitable

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No Need for Speed

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Run!

That’s your instinct screaming: run!

Someone is giving you a hot chase, armed with a sharpened machete for the kill. Like a hunter chasing his game, when he catches up with it, the rest they say is history. Not today, history is one subject you’re not ready to become, not yet.

Who is chasing you? Why is the person chasing you? What did you do? Where are you?

Hordes of questions swarm your boggled mind, each of them ramming into the other like the disillusioned players in American Football.

No time to think. Safety first. Keep running!

Your pace is almost at the speed of light – if it had heels – you can’t even feel the ground, it’s like you’re flying. You repress the urge to look back this time round, afraid that like Lot’s wife you might turn into a pillar of blood.

Birds are chirping.
Bees are buzzing.
Trees are rustling.

The ground is quaking from sprinting feet pounding on it. Everywhere seems dark like it’s already nightfall, or probably it is the shadows of the leaves cast on the bushy pathway (turned into a racetrack) that simulates the ambience of dusk. Visibility is dampened, barely can you see ahead in the dimness of this haunted forest. The cacophonous ecosounds in the background is overwhelmed by the tatata of throbbing feet gaining pace on you.

In panic you trip on something, maybe a stump or so, it doesn’t matter what it is. What matters is that you tripped. Still lying on your back, your eyes meet with another pair of bloodshot eyeballs staring eerily at you. The face smirks devishly, the kind that says: finally I’ve caught up with you! Not to waste anytime lest you get back on your feet to continue the marathon for your life, the pursurer raised the machete midair. Its glittering edges sparkle in the dark and like a falling bolt of thunder it descends on your face.

Jesussssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!! You scream at the top of your lungs.

Bathed in sweats you snap out of sleep with a terrified start, panting for breath, heart beating hard against your burning chest.

Thank God it’s all a dream. You heave a deep breath in animated relief.

From nowhere you hear a familiar voice, so you think you can run abi?

Taken aback your gaze flips to the direction of the voice. It is your girlfriend holding the same machete you had seen in your dream, staring at you like an abattoir would at the head of a cow about to be slaughtered.

Sun Days

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I was but a lonely sky
Bereft of twinkle twinkle little stars
My days were draped in darkness
Like the umbra of a silky silhouette

Let there be light!

And there was you!
Out of the blues
With a brilliant hue
To paint on the canvass
Of my colourless life

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright, mi corazon

Since you appeared
In my once dark sky
There’s been no more nights
Only sunny days, so bright
Heralded by your dainty smiles

Aeroplay

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let’s play a game
you’ll be the plane
and I, the pilot

or vice versa

i shall embark
gently into thee
enroute the cockpit
slowly we shall taxi
on the warm tarmac
tarred with silky sheet

gradually our motion
will accelerate, faster
without slowing down
we shall ascend to the sky

defying gravity, we shall soar
till we get to cloud nine
nay, we won’t climax there
for our destination is yon’
somewhere around the stars

unafraid, we’ll cruise on the
altitude of spatial virgin
grounds; like Neil Armstrong

our flight shall reach its peak
in the epicentre of the moon
where we shall taste of its honey
till we’re satiated, and exhausted

nothing else can compare
to this amorous sweetness
deposited in our aerospace

let’s play a game
you’ll be the plane
while I be the pilot
who will fly you
over the moon

Drowning

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I’m submersed in the Red Sea
Sinking deep like the Titanic
I should have known better
Not to test the ocean’s depth with both feet
How jejune of me, a green fish
To flex fledgling fins in torrential streams
With careless abandon
I took a nosedive into my waterloo
Hoping you’d be the Rose to my Jack
In this aquatic odyssey populated by sharks
My hands were outstretched
But you didn’t reach out
I screamed your name till my lungs burned
You were my lifeline
The anchor of my salvation
While I petered into the belly
Of salty a lachrymal pool
Through blurry lens, I saw you
Walking on the stormy sea
Not to my rescue, but farther away
Till your view swam into oblivion

Masquerades

Lagbaja
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We are all masquerades
With disguised exterior
The world might be fooled
To believe the lies we live
How we manage to smile
Even when overwhelmed by sadness
Cheerfully we laugh in the crowd
Then comes the lonely night
Pillows get flooded by raindrops
We claim to be fine when we’re not
To be strong, when weak
To be happy, whereas hurting
Evolved into chameleons
Adapted to the art of pretense
Changing the colours of our lives
To blend on the canvass of the society
Vulnerability becomes masked
Like the creases on Lagbaja’s face
Safer to be a pretender, not a prey
Cos out there are ruthless predators
Lurking around to scavenge the weak
No better way to survive the jungle
Than to be a masquerade