Love, Romance

JOURNEY ENDS 1
(July, 2006.)
My journey!
my wanderings!
My delusions!
my dilemma!
The wider world of my town
i have searched.
Was in the sea but right there
searching for water to drink.
I was trapped,
like a butterfly,
In a honey comb.
my heart was in misery,
In search for one true love.
my soul was kissing the air,
On the hair;
asking it to blow its breeze,
Blow across a dear one.
the birds were whistling,
Helping me to search, for my rib.
it’s of no good to start
An endless journey;
but I’ve started
And must get to its end.
it’s the hard way
But the only way.
it’s too late to recoil,
It’s too late for surrender,
so I must finish it.
-B. M. Atsen




JOURNEY ENDS 2
(July, 2006.)
My journey’s still on,
my decision is here.
It is a too wise,
too nice decision;
To search for a vice,
a lovely vice.
It’s not a common thing,
for those who had experienced it
Never understood what really happened;
what it really means,
‘To give a kiss on the chin.’
my worlds were gradually
Fading away,
my breaths were softly
Dissolving in to thin air;
as fireflies
Fly in my eyes;
these candid eyes which were
Still searching the light:
“oh my God!”
Were my first words;
“wow, she’s beautiful!
My God she’s gorgeous!
i’ve seen the finest!
The finest creativity,
the natural art work of God.”
Those were my words
from the heart;
My loudest silent words,
on the first sight of love.
-B. M. Atsen


JOURNEY ENDS 3
(July, 2006.)
Nearer I come,
closer I come.
To your love I come,
in your arms I fall.
Love to me;
is a gentle breathe from your heart,
When the feeling only compliments you;
is when my heart pumps your presence,
In your absence;
is the braveness of your heart,
To love the unlovable me.
‘my love,’
I call you now;
for the stranger – you has a name,
A sweet name given by me.
in the shadows behind my eyes,
There seems to be only you.
in the shade of my heart,
The clarity of reality appears:
then I feel
Sweet strange feeling,
then I feel
The incompleteness completed,
then I feel
Butterflies flying in me;
only me!
Tell me my love;
‘how do my days forgive me,
When I’ve suffered them searching for you?”
stay, and you pay nothing for love;
Trip no further my love;
wandering starts in loves’ separation ,
Journey ends
in loves’ meeting.
-B. M. Atsen



LONELINESS
(May, 2007.)
All alone…
I spent my lonely moments
With your name on my lips;
For my bones were contracting
And my flesh tests sour.
.
All alone…
My soul and heart trembles
With a great quake;
They seep out of my chest
And got freeze in the cold.
.
All alone…
I’m visibly ill at ease;
The cold weather ruined
And killed my spirit,
For you are not here.
.
All alone…
“Where is your heart?”
It is right here in me,
In my bony chest
Replacing my freeze one.
.
All alone…
In the darkness of night
My eyes becomes strong,
With no blink of sleep;
Hopping to see your painted smile.
.
All alone…
I thought of going back,
Back in your warmth arms,
To forget my sorrows and reinforce,
And say; “Loneliness is just a dream.”
-B. M. Atsen




VERMIN!
(January, 2007.)
As worse as a lion she devour,
For she was Jezebels’ daughter.
Her arms were a comfortable deathbed
And her tongues sweetness, test like bitter honey.
Slippery was her saliva,
To the ocean deep – they slipped me.
She sucked my pocket;
she drenched my heart
And hanged me with betrayals and denials.
Only cloudy moments,
Only dusty memories remained…
She was a devil!
As destructive as – Vermin!
-B. M. Atsen









HEARTBREAK
(May, 2007.)
It’s heartbreak,
When the telltale
Tells a different tale.
.
It’s heartbreak,
When that big lie,
develop wings to fly.
.
It’s heartbreak,
When your feelings are breaking – up
And no one helps in making – up.
.
It’s heartbreak,
When you feel love -
Only but a hand glove.
.
It’s heartbreak,
When love makes you cry
And after all you feel dry.
.
It’s heartbreak,
After a little misunderstanding,
you’re no more standing.
.
It’s heartbreak,
When the right one loves you wrongly
And makes you feel you’re ugly.
.
It’s heartbreak,
Now you know… Why it’s so…
Don’t say, ‘No’… Just let go…
-B. M. Atsen




ANOTHER HEARTBREAK
(11th August, 2007.)
Bomb on a paper was it,
Down my throat and – Boom!
It was eerie… huh?
Of it, an effete I was made…
.
I’m distraught, dispirited,
Dis – dis – dis anything!
Phantasmagoria, that’s it…
“Trust ye no scarf or…”
.
“…Heartbreak!
Yet another heartbreak!
Heartb… Kai! – No!
It’s heartpieces…!”
-B. M. Atsen












BUT I AM ME…
(Concept by: Emmanuel Dangata)
(27th February, 2010.)
If I were a poet,
I had written you the best free verse
With imagery of a Golding sun – set;
I had recite you a verse of sparkling ocean
Reflecting the radiance of a sinking – sun.
If I were a poet,
I had describe my love on a fleshy script
Printed in a bloody coloured ink;
I had render you a present of roasted words
Vested with the immortal power of love.
.
But I’m just me’
Trying to create a clearer me
With imagery of my troubled heart;
Trying to mend my fragile heart
With pieces you’ve broken apart.
I’m just me,
Trying to express with one black pen
What a pair of red – lips could not;
Trying to recreate for you and I
A long lost spouses’ song.
Edited by:- B. M. Atsen