Do You Love Me?


MAN: Hey 

WOMAN: Hey

MAN: I missed you,

WOMAN:”Why are you lying to me?”

               “After all you put me through!”

MAN: ” Babe I know it sounds crappie.”😭

        “But please let me ex…….”

WOMAN: “There is nothing you will say that will change my mind!”..

           “You have been quiet all along!”..

           “8months!!,no text,no call! and you were no where to be found!”

          “You could have at least told me what was wrong!”

MAN:”Bbbbbbbaaa!!”

WOMAN:”Dont Say another word let me finish!”

      “I was pregnant when you left!”

      “I shut myself into anguish!”

      “Dont you know a Baby is a God given Gift?!”

      “What Kind of a father are you?”

       “Whose never seen his child before I guess you don’t even love him”

MAN: “You know that is not true.”

          “He is my boy,He has my blood in him.”

          “I left because I was recruited in the army.” 

         “It all happened so fast,

          I was told to leave without telling anybody including my family.”

          “But now that I am back,I will make every moment last.”

          “I would have given anything for me to see him first cry,

           “To see him first open his little eyes.”

           “Our little cute pie,

I promise to protect you till the day I die.” 

WOMAN: *Tears rolling down her cheeks*😢

     MAN : “Honey I am sorry,

                We have been through worse together,”

                “I LOVE YOU both dearly,

                 Everyday and forever.”

WOMAN ” I am confused, my emotions are everywhere,”

              “This is bittersweet,to be honest you are not being fair,”

              “I Love and Hate you,

              “To be honest I dont know what I feel for you.”

               

               

       

     

      

 

BITTERSWEET


We write in silence,
We see the light out of darkness,
We always find words that fit everything we express,
We are a different people,different minds but same thoughts.
We are critical thinkers,
The truth seekers, great believers and most importantly we are
Jesus’ followers.
Every moment that we write brings out pictures in our silent conversations with ourselves,
We make people have a glimpse of our minds,
How great this God given art is fully tide.
They see every moment not even time can stop them as it unwinds.
Someone somewhere once they read,we put a smile on their frowning faces,
We give them hope that someone cares even in the worst cases..
We are family that has never met,
But through these words I know you,
We share our regrets,
and at end of it all we say we love each other and stay true,
We learn,make mistakes,erase,rewrite ,paraphrase until we come out with what is the best.
Every poem that we write is a test,
Of what we already know with anything new we learnt,
We are students of ink on a paper,
We are writers in the rite of passage,
We are teachers of the modern old languages
To us “impossibility is a Myth”
We are called BITTERSWEET POETRY…

#Streets ‘Pain In Life’


Tears are the common song…
People hate you even when
you did nothing wrong….
We lose too much on the street corner,
Learn so much from stories of that night walker…
Look over your shoulder,to comfort that brother,whose parents fight and they are never sober..
Laughing faces of pretenders
They smile in your face with hidden agendas…
You feel you have so much to lose, when you given an option of leaving to choose.
As they say”its not about looking for greener pastures but to water your grass so that it turns green.” But when the soil is bad it makes no difference when you water.
So its better to look for better land.
And plant the grass that will turn green.
Their hearts are filled with anger.
And times get more rough and stiffer,
but they always cling to that hope that things will get better.
See that hanging rope,somebody committed suicide,
because he thought it was better If he died.
Turn to your left and look at that young girl she is only 15 in 8th grade,she already has a daughter.
Everyday when she is passing here her friends always mock her, and the elders blame the parents that they never taught her.
Silence and shame feel her heart and face.
And people go to an extent of saying that will forever be a family curse.

Home never changes