Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Bespeak of Her Wisdom

 Bespeak of Her Wisdom
My phone went bleak on her call
and my heart creaks to the walls of distance
towering between my future and now;
but in cold absence of humor, the lips grin
to the bespeak of her antique wisdom.
 I.J. Kalia

Monday, 14 March 2016

Black Kings

Guilt and misery
opened the doors
to angry skies
and I cry, cry
to make it right
but, alone, I failed
as things became worse
at the feet of black Kings.
Fattened by lies
living off the wounded soul of a country
in its darkest Chapters
but then I hold
onto a thread of hope
for it's the only thing
that will carry her through
© I.J. Kalia

Black Kings

Guilt and misery
opened the doors
to angry skies
and I cry, cry
to make it right
but, alone, I failed
as things became worse
at the feet of black Kings.
Fattened by lies
living off the wounded soul of a country
in its darkest Chapters
but then I hold
onto a thread of hope
for it's the only thing
that will carry her through
© I.J. Kalia

Black Kings

Guilt and misery
opened the doors
to angry skies
and I cry, cry
to make it right
but, alone, I failed
as things became worse
at the feet of black Kings.
Fattened by lies
living off the wounded soul of a country
in its darkest Chapters
but then I hold
onto a thread of hope
for it's the only thing
that will carry her through
© I.J. Kalia

Black Kings

Guilt and misery
opened the doors
to angry skies
and I cry, cry
to make it right
but, alone, I failed
as things became worse
at the feet of black Kings.
Fattened by lies
living off the wounded soul of a country
in its darkest Chapters
but then I hold
onto a thread of hope
for it's the only thing
that will carry her through
© I.J. Kalia

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Countryman's Story At The Bar (Ballad)

The man came home a little late,
rushed to the kitchen, checked on empty pots.
he'd drove pass bars and restaurants for he knew she's home.
he was so hungry and his stomach hurts

She said, hey, darling, what are you looking for?
if you want something to eat
go find yourself something nice
for I'm so tired I couldn't eat

His jaw dropped in awe as she said,
darling, I'm so tired I forgot I'm a dame.
my boss asked much from me, today
and tomorrow might be worse, for that's his aim.

The country man shook his head and said
hey, darling, hey woman this is Nigeria
you'd better get your bum up
and go fix what I'd eat for this is Nigeria

She jumped from her bed mumbling
words in the kitchen doing what she's able
even as she's tired, she had to hasten up
before the countryman falls asleep while watching cable.
  
Countryman's story at the bar ©  I.J. Kalia
 

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Another Woman's Bliss


~Another woman’s bliss~
 
The champagne flute clinks 
upon a breezy friday night
untamed heart at the edge of adventure
with a warm sinister smile
after a few awkward gulps
and empty promises of debauchery
at the palace of frivolity 

I got into her emotions
in a blink of an eye
heart made from stone and clay
surrounded by great walls of fear
and cold wind of rejection

Her cold tsunami of tears
had swear the loyalty of her love
she's just a lost soft spirit
yearning for a heaven of her own
at the threshold of another woman's bliss.





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