Walking down the stairs
Staring at the window
He caught my attention
'Wow! he's so handsome'
I say while admiring him
His light-complexioned skin
Glowing brightly as the sun
His smiles just as the sun, lightens the soul
His eyes,
Shines brightly as the stars
Oh! his hands
It's as if i feel his touch
His lips,are as red as roses
Watching him playing the guitar singing
How sweet his voice
Oh! his melodious voice
So sweet like the birds of the air
Oh! i've fallen in love
I close my eyes with joy
As he stares at me smiling
Oh! how my heart melts as he smiles
I open my eyes
What! it's just a dream
Oh! my first love
How i've missed you
I hug my pillow saying.
Categories:
complexioned, crush, cute love, emotions,
Form: Free verse
The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
Categories:
complexioned, social,
Form: Free verse
Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!
Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.
Waiting for the light in the window
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness
Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
Frustrated vision!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!
A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
Surprised eyes!
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body
He wants to know something!
A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle,
Illusive vision!
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!
The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near ...in front the room...
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless!
Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Categories:
complexioned, deep, father, feelings, history,
Form: Free verse
An ape to date voluptuous black body,
Surly you must be crazy,
The half breed genetically modified;
From planet of the apes,
Waylays to embarrass Go-ogle search engine,
New Hollywood Entity?
Seeks a fine suitor from the human race,
For her first seduction trial,
Successful entrants shall win her as bride,
And the human one for free,
Dumbfounded I stare at her healthy body,
Avoiding the fearful face,
Truly fall in love with the human girl,
A fair complexioned beauty.
On our first meet I close my eyes to dream,
Feel fingers over wide molds,
Pushing her away as I open eyes,
Shriek to avoid the chimp kiss.
Wake up boy or you will make us all late,
Cries my Mom wipes the sweat,
Forget the fearful dream and remember,
To take the solitaire ring.
Later I ring my wife-to-be's finger,
And take a peek at her face,
Thank God for the 'free one' in my true life,
The other still chills my dreams.
Categories:
complexioned, life
Form: Free verse
A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear
I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.
The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?
Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.
For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.
Categories:
complexioned, adventure, childhood, depression, food,
Form: Free verse