Author: Emmanuel Gleekia

  • Of You

    Of You

    Image Source: Unsplash- Thought Catalogue Every love song, Reminds me of you. The lyrics, the beats, As though they were composed for you. Now, sitting out this night, And feeling this autumn wind, Reminds me of you; your smile, Your affection, and everything in between. When I hear the music of the birds, It reminds…

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes

    Image Source: Unsplash- Ahmad Pishnamazi Sometimes, I just want to run away, And be by myself somewhere. Somewhere far, far out of the real. Yes, somewhere beyond the physical, I just want to disappear. Sometimes, when I see the tears of orphans, When I see the tears of widows, I yearn to disappear far away.…

  • The Vow

    The Vow

    Image Source: Unsplash- Gabriel Tovar Before God, before men; In times of the good and the bad, For better or for worse, Darling, I want to have you by my side. I want to be the sun in your sky. I want to be the moon in your night. For this, your affection is making…

  • Evening In The Countryside

    Evening In The Countryside

    Image Source: Pexels- Pepe Caspers At the evening, sitting under this veranda, When the sun from the east, beyond the lands, Of the native women, beyond Mount Putu, Diverges, and the sky turned from glinting gold to twilight… When the fowls were coming home to roost, Knowing that the day was over, And the crickets…

  • A Dirge For Comrade Bashir

    A Dirge For Comrade Bashir

    Image Credit: Freepik Fly with the angels, Bashir. Go home and rest now. We’re all mourning because of you; Your popowlee is breaking our hearts around the town. When we realize that you’re no longer here, Bashir, Aye, our thoughts go to family! We share in their pain and loss; Our hearts, too, feel their…

  • Till We Meet Again

    Till We Meet Again

    Image Credit: Pexels- Mary Take these flowers, Rosanne, Plant them at your doorstep when you reach paradise. Water them till they grow, Cause I don’t wanna miss you, When I hear my own trumpet blows. These flowers aren’t just flowers; They are signs of your address. So when I come to paradise in search of…

  • When We Write Of Home

    When We Write Of Home

    Image Credit: Pinterest Our pens bleed with anxieties. And as they bleed, we remember, Every gap that separates us. Tribal barriers, choice of cuisines. But, as the sun is sure to rise when dawn breaks, So shall these gaps be filled; Filled with ballads and sonnets. With odes and eulogies to the gods that guard…

  • Send Me Home With Flowers

    Send Me Home With Flowers

    Image Credit: Unsplash- Derek Mack When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, Bid me farewell with flowers. Sent me home not with a popowlee. If you want to miss me, it should not be too long, For where I’m enroute, there, the weather is clear. And…

  • The Nightingale

    The Nightingale

    Image Credit: Unsplash- Heye Jensen For a while, I held the nightingale, In my hands, as it sang, It’s heart to the sky. I danced to every melody; Every step felt like a walk into paradise. Its alluring voice, Was pleasing to hear, When dawn broke, the morning sky. Its laughter sounded like, A heartfelt…

  • Praise Song For My Mother

    Praise Song For My Mother

    Image Credit: Pexels- Freepik O dearest beloved! Black lapis lazuli, That glows like Guinness. Living image of Aphrodite; My beloved, my mother. If the sun is what, The moon needs to alight, The stygian night sky, Then you are all I needed, To illuminate my world. Oh my mother, Heaven blesses your hands! May all…