I AM YOU

I look at you and I want to cry

I look at you and I want to embrace you


I look at you and I wonder why

I look at you and I wonder how

I look at you...And it's me I see.


I see you and I shudder

I see you and my mind is in a fit

I see you and I want to hurt you

I see you..and I hate that I like what I see

I see you, and it's me I see.


I think of you and my heart aches

I think of you, and tears overpower me

I think of you and my strength fails me

I think of you and I want to die

I think of you...And it's me I see.


I don't cry much but I cry over you

I think much...

It's you I'm thinking about

I love much, but I never love you

I care much, but I don't care for you.

I laugh much, but I don't laugh with you.

I wish to embrace you though, but I can't.

What I don't understand is my hate for you

Yet...I AM YOU.

By Gatavi

What a beautiful song

Yes...one that reads your feelings so ardour
Of that your desire such splendour
As such it says; it's never a wonder
To have your smitten heart shudder
At the thought of her beauty; such grandeur.

It's a bud; even as it doesn't flower
For they too call it soft, the poplar
It also shines bright, the lopsided star.
The bud is meant to flower, the star to shine from under.
For such is this Lvov, with its tuck and splinter.

As you tread on this your crystal stair
The evening smiling with you as you stare
The pilgrim soul in you so bare
But filled with glad grace- Oh your flower!
Tulip, crocus, violet or rose- beauty beyond measure.

Let not the silken mists blind your eyes
And cause you to bow shyly as wet swans
Be cautious of jealous trouts
Don't hit your toe on linden trees
And beware of the sun's flame-white disc.

Be sure to learn the song by heart
Before you start to flatter and flaunt
It is not right for you to fight
If you learn it,it sounds right.
The sun's flame-white disc will light,
As you pursue your longing by night.


By Flora Njeru

The Scars

Of bruises and cuts that go beyond
Engravings everlasting
Ever present; ever so near
Vivid reminders, nerve wrenching
Beautiful ugly scars, bitter sweet memoirs
Of a life lived in dismay
Of loneliness and harrowing pain
Everlasting infringements that die not
Of tears shed; dreams lost
Beautiful angels; they die too
Behold!..a demon is born
Out of mother earth's own flesh...and blood
Out of fate; mother earth's silver platter
Demons are made of these
Earthly ills..that they wish not upon themselves
Karma, what have you got to say for yourself?

By Flora Njeru