When I’m gone

When I’m gone, gone for long

To the good memories, I will belong

There will be tears, tears of joy

And a good reason to cry no more

When I’m gone

On a walk with those who wish to walk along

I will give up on holding on to the wrongs

My will, I am sure would be so strong

When I’m gone, gone for good

I will leave behind silence and hurt with no regrets

And I will look back not even for a moment

For my undervalued worth will be visible only when am gone

Oh when I’m gone

I will be busy on my way going

I know it will hurt and I wish it could hurt for long

For my sorriness will be too faint to travel far back when am gone

There is a time, when I’ll be gone

To my saviour’s bosom, to blossom

That would be the end of the road, and end of sorrows

There would be a battle, lost or won

But I will be gone when I’m gone

© Taaku

Broken promises (Taaku)

Your silence has become too loud

Now my troubled inner voice is beginning to stand out

I see a heart once inflated with love, about to be popped

However, the invincible hand of providence cannot be stopped

It feels like living under a leaking roof

Where shouting, running, jumping, lying, is no proof

That I am making an effort

But rather a sign of discomfort

I have ran out of sleep yet I dream

I have ran out of appetite yet I drink

I tried escaping yet I meet you in my mind

I tried writing something meaningful but tears make me blind

You spoke less but each of your words contained paragraphs

Today I search, search, search and all I get is photographs

It has become hard to understand the will of God as I pray

One last homage, I wish I could pay

To The One Who First Loved Me

You labored in pain

To bear down the fruit your womb contained

In fulfillment of a decree

By the maker you conformed to, without plea

Yet a choice you had to Sustain

And with intense joy you maintained

The first time I heard I love you

It was coming from you

And no other has been so true

When I chose to do wrong

You did not deny me where to belong

I broke the calabash you cherished

I cried for no reason, keeping you awake all night

You were the manager of my life and you made me flourish

Serving me all day and night

And taking shares in my tears

Now I am trapped in the grips of fear as days pass by

Because I get closer to telling you goodbye

Meanwhile I can’t stand to see you die

If life could be a legend or a play

Where this love could forever be in display

I would risk my life to get magic pearls for you to swallow

And forever live to receive my love