SUNSET

The question of life ends,
The glow that cathes the eye,
The whisper,
She seems silent to many,
But to a few she talks.

Gazing at the beauty,
The glamour that changed i heart,

Perhaps scenary,
Yet it is but one,
One who shall find meaning in stupidity.

To you she is the sun,
To me the lover,
That keeps my heart occupied.

KUTANDA

Another evening,
A quiet one,
As he sails through the sunset,
Kutanda is miles away,
Yet his heart rejoices,
The battle only known to mad people,
The language that has no sound,

He beholds the moment,
Taking in every painful pinch,
That pinch of kutanda's absence

He wails aloud,
The voice that echoes with pride,
With desperacy,
The blowing wind of cause,
Finding its way into dying caves,

The reason to write,
To fill the void of loneliness,
For a stranger, the truth,
For kutanda,
His unfailing kutanda.
For she is but kutanda
The kutanda of his life.

THOUGHTS

Bewildered guest to inner silence,
Silence colorful like a rainbow in rain,
Raindrops sound like wind kissing the earth,
Earth crying, her lips kissed in vain
Who knows what it means having no teeth
For yesterday the sky deeped his tongue down her throat
A memory known to the invisible moment.