EVE DAY OF "CHRISTMAS"

The image to the human and divinity of the yet conceived Lord. Kinda makes me marvel

Marveling here and there

Lately, had I woken up

From rest

Movement of the hand

To my eyes

Abruptly quiets 

down the temperature

The season comes again. Here the sun surges and fades away. At 10.47hrs it rises again at a level almost covering my vision. As I was arm resting on the pillar, gazing and writing; "Hey, muli shani?" "Bwino, eya mukwai" I responded from afar...

STRUMMING STRINGS

Loves to strum the guitar

Strumming slowly and gently

Soft and old-style tune

The air is been halfway dirtied

Notes, arpeggios kept slick

Someone in thoughts

Someone in wonder

Someone in perplexing mind

Someone annexing to the melody

Moving along and carried away

Into a state no mention of

Who twirls along with the verses

The verses becomes something else

To an extent 

Of making the fingers so much 

Charmed to the strings

Conventionally moves into the chorus

Enthralled over time

All over shuddered

To a tingled manner of love for it

THE GOODNESS OF DESIRE

Searching, Searching, Searching!

It comes forth in the blink of an eye

Thirsting and yearning from nowhere

As quality that longs

Internally and something accidental

The closeness of it is stronger to bear

From all eternity, for all eternity

Indwelling in all things, people and places

To whom strange secrets are hid

The edge of infirmity to desire is its goodness