DIVINE PURPOSE

Each morning as I arise

I keep in mind that I got a purpose

An obligation to claim my divine inheritance

So my heart and its cravings I keep in check

Shunning the allure of just a pay cheque

That may derail my divine-calling trek.

Each day I wait for Almighty’s orders

No wonder

Like a tennis ball against a brick wall

I sometimes let your advice bounce off

Then, I wait upon that spiritual opinion

Which via supplication, I turn to for instruction.

What boundless delight there is

In clarity of mind regarding my calling

Trends, swagg, in-things… lose their lure

Neither family’s nor friends’ pressure

Appeals me to seal a deal

But does the thrill of divine inheritance.

Oh! What perfect peace there is

In racing for God’s glory, not own honour

Sticking to his grace while leaning on his promise,

In divine purpose, even dry bones flourish,

Thus each day,

Like Caleb, I stick to my Mt. Hebron

I CHOOSE TO BE ANALOGUE MY DEAR

This digital thing is a real fake
Try it and your heart will break
That your online dear is always near
Whatsapp, twitter, facebook,  Skype
Are just enough,
After all you can see her face
While in her heart you book a space
A chat now and then
Her voice is only a call away
So does digital love blossom.

I choose to be analogue my dear
I only feel you when I touch you
When I feel your heart in the darkness
At midnight while you are peacefully asleep
A video chat is not just enough
It lacks the warmth of your breath
It lacks the aura that awakens my souls
When you whisper "I love you"  into my ear
A call won't do, your voice doesn't sound real
The systems steal away its romantic smoothness
That soothes me to wonderland
While you rest easy on my chest
And whatsapp agghhhh.....feels so public
Unlike those fulfilling private moments we share
When a touch here and there isn't just enough.


So call me analogue if that suites you
But it's the only way I can experience
The magic that flows between us.

TWINKLING TINA

Twinkling Tina twinkles not
Her dress is patched, annoyingly multi-hued
Her face is calloused uttery colourless
Her hands are cracked, her tummy empty
Her eyes beg for a little compassion
Her heart aches as she waves
At little girls passing by
Flying twinkling little school dresses.

Twinkling Tina twinkles not
Her beauty lies beneath her worried look
Waiting to be unveiled
By a loving mother
Her spackle is subdued by her visible misery
Only if a responsible father
Would unearth it.

Twinkling Tina twinkles not
She quietly weeps staring at passing cars
Well behind a thicket fence
That conceals her malnourished orphanage
From overlooking leafy mansions
Filled with empty kid bedrooms.

Twinkling Tina twinkles not
Her twinkle is yours to unravel
Once in the comfort of your home
She is the little angelic princess
Drowning in the deep sea of orphanhood
Twinkling Tina twinkles not
Yet under the warmth of your bossom
Twinkling Tina will surely twinkle you
With her twinkling inner rainbow beauty.

FEAR

I live in fear
Fear that the world will reject me
Once again and make me shed a tear
I fear that the clothes I wear
Will be disliked by my peers
That the friends I truly treasure
Will unhesitatingly run away
If I reject their humiliating forays
That my girl will desert
If along I don't play
That  my boss will trash me
If I turn down his advances
I live in fear that I'm alone
A scavenger on the remnants
Of dying affection
I fear and so I'm always searching
For attention less I loose
Affection from those I perceive family
I live in fear
This fear has turned me a slave
A slave craving for slavely
In a rejection dungeon
I live in fear
That just like in the beginning
I'll be abandoned in a trash can

I BLAME THE MIRROR (LAMENTS OF AN ADOPTEE)

Whenever I stare into your unsympathetic face
You reflect back at me with a scary stare
I see nothing of my angelic looks
I see none of my bright eyes
I feel not my ever warm heart;
All I see is a sad look
One lacking a sense of belonging
I see eyes lost in a dry wilderness
I feel a heart engulfed in loneliness.

Why is your image of me ever distorted
Did I ever offend you prior to my conception
Is it that into your family I brought genetic distortion
Or is it that my presence tips the balance of wealth distribution?

Why can't you just for once present the perfect reflection of me
A beautiful child fumbling to find some solace in a world so unfeeling
With bright twinkling eyes that could light up any emotional dark cave
With a heart so warm it could thaw the snow on Everest
With a conscience so innocent it could shame the dove
Why can't you for once refuse to take my blame?

(Everyone of us is the mirror of the society, whatever perception you carry on adoptees or adoption in general is a reflection of how the society perceives the same. Be the perfect mirror and the not ripple mirror in a disturbed pool.)