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Starved Love

You have water in abundance

but you starved the grass

in your yard

Now I watch you looking

longly at your neighbor’s yard

You gaze at their green grass

You want what they have

without the hard work

Yes! the grass is greener at their side

but you and I know it took hard work

you stifled our love but you wondering

why it didn’t blossom like our neighbor’s

All they did was water and cater to

what we took for granted 


I see you found your pen again

You sit and bleed words on a paper
Your pen painted beautiful pictures
We got used to the man behind the ink

Then she came and whisked you away
You were totally lost in her allure
You could not ignore the sun around her
The joy she brought killed your words
Happiness could not make your ink bleed

We found you dusting your desk the other day
You look at the empty space with nostalgia
As pen and paper sat waiting for their master
The pain she left in your heart needs a shrine
Were your hands will pay homage to LOVE

This poem was inspired by a friend (@phoenixgarincha) of mine who loves to write and after he did not write for several months he suddenly wrote a poem about the pain of loving. My friend if you see this give me a reply.

That Kind of Love


She holds on to him

Ever so tightly


protect him

With all she’s got

She thinks

No woman

Is ever good enough

For him

He thinks

It must be love

If she

Cares this much


Keeps saying

“I want a man just like you”

And yet

She is all

He ever wanted to love

He’s been labeled

a friend

and is just there to listen

to her cry and

rant about

her heartache

He is not you

Thank you efodela.blogspot.com (popularly known as Efo Dela) for allowing me to write a rendition of his poem SHE IS NOT YOU

He is not you,

His pot belly is nothing

Close to your toned abs

And when I gaze into his eyes

I see a man trying to be his best

And there are no hidden mysteries to him


He is not you;

You are a sparkling gem,

Your sparks captures my attention

He is the dusty road that dirties my soul


He is not you,

Our intimate moments are clumsy  

And we are like two inexperienced

Teenagers who are relearning the basics

But that is the fun to our awkwardness


With you it was natural,

Like two pros on a project

There was no need to try


He is not you;

Our bodies are not pieces of

 the same puzzle,

We are two unpolished gems

Rubbing on each other  

For the perfect finish

I fear this friction will set us on fire

Before we are a perfect match

But the heat is all I crave  

He is not you,

But that is the intriguing part





I close my eyes in great anticipation

 to take the step to pleasurable heights

my legs are weak from expectations

the throbbing of waiting is agonizing

I inch a little closer and closer to my

 cocktail of desire lust and pain and

all I got in return is a whisper close

to my skin; “you deserve better”   


*A plant whose fruit induced a dreamy forgetfulness and an unwillingness to leave

Letter to my dead Ex-boyfriend


My dear first Love,

I sincerely don’t know why I am writing you this note, it could be because you were my first love or it could also be my desperation to find closure when you departed several years ago without any goodbye. It might just be the fact that I still feel guilty for not doing enough to save your restless soul back then.

I remember your fearlessness and your ability to take risk, your adventurous attitude was the magnet for our meeting because it was all I lacked then but above everything else is your generosity.  How could a simple smile make everything feel better? But your smile did just that all the time.

I remember meeting you back at the university and taking an instant liking to you. It was that unexplainable feeling mixed with the inexperience about being attracted to someone.  I had never being in love but being with you it just felt right and I knew instantly that you were all I wanted and I couldn’t have made a better choice.

Right from the start, I notice the restlessness in your soul; you wanted more out of life and you went all out trying to find it. This served as the catalyst to what I might call destruction. You were lost in the confusion of the chaos that life has to offer, I watched you battle with your inner “demons”. And in all that struggle you always put me first and you said I was the only thing that kept you sane. I thought I had held your hand so firmly but the call from the other side was much too stronger than my grip on you.  I was too young to understand your battles and till date I think I have failed you in a way.

We made a lot of good memories together and I like to remember you that way and I still make a lot of noise about you which is just not fair to the one I am with but you set the bar to damn high for me to easily forget you and I carry you around in my spirit. I hope you have finally found peace where you are.

Forgive me for all the times I failed you, for all the times my help was not enough and for all the time that I wasn’t there for you. I hope I will be able to move on and make you proud like you always believed I would. RIP my dear, RIP my first love.