Thabaan Kabin

Image credit: WWW.imagesearch20maii.com Love her like you would love a god; They tell me, But I have no patience  For a god who Does not talk back, And  Again, Unrequited love  Reminds me of my childhood; Embarrassing, Like a love letter Caught mid-air By the classroom teacher. Every time I love, It falls Into the wrong hands. If you are looking for space to express your views and share your poems are most welcome, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.

Image credit:WWW.imagesearch105man.com. Thousand of faces with countless emotions Slower breaths: Faster gulps: Shallow eyes. The weight of emotions is heaviest at dark, The heaviness with absolute soberness. One two three four five... I count the steps and  mom didst the walk of life at the 20th. What separates us is a mere distance of 100 yards And layers of security Yet I don't feel as safe as in her arms. When dad in wishes of asking Perhaps, we travel a mile in evacuated safety Layers of silences There's fountain in valley of unsaid things, An ocean in our eyes swim the downcast. When I dusted my bookshelf Pages of nostalgia turned in my head. When I go out in the evening  I see places and I miss people  Layers of memories pile over me. Whoever I love Whomever I want always to be beside me Either I have to leave them or  They have left  Amidst a pool of people Layers of emptiness  ...

Image source:https//www. Image58.com You and I  we never brunt bridges just walked different paths  and even in our separation we locked hands  smiled through the tears and you still remain the gray of my hand the weight above my eyes the shallow of my breath tucked away safely  in some corner of me so much so, I now have two hearts and so some days I find the other beating again and in some ways it's my only  safe passage  to you. If you have anything to share, comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know little more about the author.

Picture source:www.IndiaToday.com Many gorgeous solid surface hath passed by; Where all the graceful flowers are blowing, Where all the wings are glorifying the skies, where all the dragon-flies are hopping with the river, When all the lands are praying for him. The season had succeeded to change I can't put the picture of what's that..? I'm speechless as a stone. As I filled the foreign land, I see the film was forming into night and thundering; Clothes were torn as dirty As I stood there by the bed; Under the foreign skies In winter hail and summer tempest. Besides this country; Sing thy ole school sweet. O, I remember thy mother repast luscious; The smile of dear on thy eyes The gentle cry of boys on my thine ears The memories of the thy brothers and sisters are precious; Yet unduty for my homeland, We put on hold, your dream-your-lives. Thou left thy mothers and thy fathers Thee left behind thy brothers and...

REALITY Image credit: https//.image_searchman.1559.com When reality hits that makes widow eye weep. All she do is face away and cry, Can't stand nor rise, just deep sad inside, Hear not seem be better by morning. So is reality still longer what is hurt. Nobody sees what's actually wrong, Girls at middle school and all this pressure, Getting abused and being called a mong, Have put on black and loving mourners Looking with pretty ruth upon your pain. All the sweet tones she listens Forthwith deep into a tear. That on herself such murderous pain commits. The world will be her window, and still weep Then will swear beauty herself is black. You have seen roses damask'd, white and red The mistress reality are nothing like the sun.  And were once kind unfriends now, Even, commits herself who have lived for crime, Or have not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more by paying too much pains Friends are leaving and moving ...

THE CAVEMAN (I) Image credit: Isaac Nka A legend's caveman singed Inpui's W'all; Echo of Ramting Kabin the alpha. We laud thee hovah; for thy ward he'd Kovah!! Thou ought endured that Inpui Ho-Ho-Ho-, they left nothing yet Thy tribe thy Inpuirwan at thy worth to called. Well save!! Your glorious realm in days of yore; Have baset onto second and tomorrow. Seven ol seven thousand of beloved brothers, Hath excuse of mother nest and fly off; Lyke birds in daily breaths are your blood, Hath marry in Low and High by hilltop. wherein many tribes scattered of Big House; Tried to build such told free air? Or call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish's, more rare. 'Lo! all those trophies of   "Kapo Inkhaan." Out, very out, at the end of a cavern, So spring, Khumba beneath the blue sky, passed! Folk out, Bariam lyke a babe roam  In the pacific bed; Late...