Ritual Combat

As seconds dreadfully dragged into minutes,
And as minutes painfully,
At snail’s crawl turned to hours,
So was our last ounce of hope draining away,
Rendering us dejected,
Despairing of the darkness fast approaching.

Melodiously were the birds chirping,
Only that this time, with slow dark soothing rhythm,
They lamented in agony,
Filling the air with beautiful dirges,
Aesthetically selected for him,
Setting the mood for the procession that awaits,
To join in the land of immortals.

Drip after drip were his pulse fading,
Fading like sundew in the scorching sun,
Weaker and weaker his heart beat it’s last,
Weary to hold on a little longer,
Desperate to snatch every bit of life left in him,
Determined to confine son of the soil,
To the land of no return, six feet under.

In awe we watched as darkness engulfed,
Submitting to the Maker’s will,
His body laid still,stiffened,lifeless it seemed,
All was gone,finished before it even started.

A beep!Another beep!
He coughed his way back to life,
Letting air fill his lungs again,
Light had prevailed over darkness,
once again, he lives to fight another day.

© wandering mind

A Letter To My Son

Dear son,
You are a miracle,
Eternal blessing you are to us,
My sweet son, let love be your guide always,
Use your mind, don’t forget your heart too,
Be brave and strong,
Be smart and hardworking too,
Life is beautiful,
Life is what we make it to be.

Dear son,
Fight with words but not with your strength,
Guard your tongue not to taint yourself unclean,
From your mouth spill only love,
For life never ends until we stop to love.

My son, life is full of lessons,
Embrace mistakes and learn from them,
I promise to hold your hand in your failures,
Together help you find the right path.

I promise to teach you how to become a king,
I will teach you how to stand up for yourself,
And kneel before our God,
Smile always in tough times,
For He forever has our backs.

My son, the world is crazy,
I will teach you forgiveness,
Let not your anger get the best of you,
Be quick to listen and slow to act,
I promise to teach you freedom,
Follow your heart and choose wisely.

My beloved son, choose what counts,
Protect what you love,
Always be yourself,
Be confident and always trust your instincts,
Be peaceful and respectful,
Be kind and honest,
Light up the world with your beautiful shine.
I love you.

© wandering mind


Hugs tighter than it used to be,
For she hated space between them,
She yearned for kisses with more passion,
Fiercely hot to melt her cold heart,
His presence was all she craved for,
For in his arms she found a home,
And safe she felt,
A little more won’t hurt she told herself.

Bit by bit she got herself in,
Foolish like a sheep,
Her desires she obeyed,
Like her god she exalted him,
To him she clung,
Like wet cloth upon skin,
Faithfully devoted to her newly found cult,
And incarcerated by her own wants,
A hostage of obsession she became.

© wandering mind


Into the oblivion of ferocious passion follow me,
Let your tender hands explore me,
Like an archer with swift hands at the bow,
Let your slender fingers search me out,
Reaching for the rose that awaits to blossom.

Delicate yet so hot your skin feels,
As your body moves under my hands,
Let me savour your riches,
Quenching my thirst and hunger,
Let me write upon your skin,
Scribble my heart out,
Words of lust and want,
With my tongue leaving marks of victory.

Let me skim your folds,
Have a sip of divine liquor,
Pooled around your crevices,
Deeper I delve into you,
Groans of bliss and passion,
Into the abyss of ecstasy we fly,
A stroke for a moan,
Our cravings we seek,
To contentment we flee.

© wandering mind


I zoomed,

Flattered by calmness from within
A sparkle in your eyes tells it all,
A story of hope and determination,
One of perserverance and resilience,
Teary yet overgrown by your glow,
Masking everything within,
Splendid show you put.

Your smile,
Your smile so warm and charming,
Adorning your gorgoeus physique,
Cheerful it seems, falsifying what’s within,
Burdened with much to spill,
To Him your only refuge,
Ululates for self’s sake,
Unto Him the everlasting one.

Flawless you are,
Beautified with cracks and scars on skin,
As proof of His Might and Faithfulness,
Affirmation of how beautifully you survived,
In the past they remain,
Archived amongst desolate history.

I zoomed,
A diety you have become,
Exquisite, with elegance,
Of much substance you are,
I zoomed and I saw you.

© wandering mind

Happy Birthday Shyleen.

Daughter of the earth
May the sun glaze your endavours
While the stars worship you
May His Favour locate you
And His goodness devour you
Manifest in His shine towards greatness
In His righteousness may He lead you

A sister in you I found
One I never had
Self bursting with gratitude for you
Here is to many more
Laughter and joy
Happiness and success
To more life and love.

When I Proposed To Her

Blinded by her glowing virtues,
Compassionate and caring,
Honest she seemed,
Unquestionable humility she portraid,
Authentic she made me believe,
Best fit she undisputedly was.

Intoxicated by her lies,
Hallucinated with enchanting words,
A scripted act she had put,
Hidden in a mask,
Her real under the veil,
Waiting to be unveiled.

Pangs Of Hunger

Surprise my taste buds tonight,
Let my tongue savour your greatness,
Bless my stomach with deliciousness in plenty.

Better yet,
Make me a pie, a cinnamon pie,
Splashed with caramel and chocolate,
And your darkest berries to seal the deal,
Is it to much to ask?

Make haste,
My genie in a bottle,
I got an ounce of life left.

With crackled dry lips,
A black hole for a stomach,
And hungry as a nanny goat,
Hunger gnaws at my chest,
Giving sharp stabs causing acute pain,
Left at the mercies of the one in command,
Not even tears left to soak in,
Crounched I remain,
Hopelessly awaiting,
Manna from above.


You’d find me staring into space,
Not that I am plotting my next move, but,
Emersed deep in thoughts,
Thoughts engulfed with hopelessness,
Regret and turmoil.

With so little,
To hold on and hope for,
I set out to a place of relief,
A place contrary to the world,
Everything is unreal,
For in silence I find refuge,
In loneliness I find peace.

I know peace awaits me there,
For I control everything there,
No one will hurt me there,
For none exists there,
It’s just me

©wandering mind

Dearest One,

I cant tell you enough how beautiful you are,
I lack words to describe your seductive glazing eyes,
Thank you for being part of my days,
Thank you for being the joy and happiness in my world,
Thank you for you completed me in so many ways,
Emotionally,you are my support,
Physically, you are my strength,
And spiritually, you are my soulmate,
How I adore you my morning star,
The ups and downs,
Make me learn to love you the right way,
You are my peace,
I found you
And I found life in multiple measures.

Paint me your heart’s beats,
Your reasons to me avail,
My cool to maintain I promise,
Wild,I will run not,
My fury to hide I will,
My tears I will shed not,
Under the rain I will camouflage,
Drench me with naked truths,
For this, is the price of love.

©wandering mind.

The Mark Of Patience

Still holding on to your promises,
Braced with your steadfast love,
Your word, my armour,
By your word my strength is renewed.

Your goodness, immeasurable,
Your mercies, enduareth forever,
Your faithfulness in surplus,
Your majesties boundless,
And your love,
A love like no other.

In your presence, safe I am,
Your assurance, my nerves calm,
Unto you my worries I rest,
Before you my problems I lay.

A new dawn I hope for,
A victory promised of,
Greater is my faith in you,
For better days to live for,
Situations not permanent,
For my Savior lives,
And greater is His love for me.


© wandering mind

When my body turns cold,
While my heart jams to beat,
And my pulse fades,

When blood clots my veins,
While my breathe stops,
And my lungs give up,

When my face stills,
Concealing my warm smile inside,
When my eyes shut,
Locking me in the inside for good,
One last time,

When I loose my sensations,
And my emotions deprived,
Question not the Maker for this,

Drench yourself not in sobs,
For my time would have come,
For His harvest will be ready.

©wandering mind

Dear self,

Sorry for always making you an option while you should be my priority. Sorry for not listening to you whenever you reached out. Sorry I never took good care of you.

For all the moments on the brink of breaking, But held on, for the resilience and internal toughness you’ve portrayed, I want to thank you. Thank you for never have you given up on us, For ever being compliant and stretching to the limits, thank you too. For the understanding and problem solving capabilities, the endurance, and self care, I thank me again.

Thank you for moulding yourself to the best version of you.

More me time I will dedicate, to mend and care for self I will. Goals will set, and together will achieve.

© wandering mind

In every flipped page,
My pain is penned,
My worries and cuts,
Openned for you,
Inked in blood,
My wounds are sketched.

Ice and larva I spill,
Bold and frail I lay,
Darkness and shine exhumed,
Strengths and Weaknesses displayed,
Ambitions and delusions portrayed,
All I let out.

©wandering mind