I only become myself when ever i see you
in my heart
you have taken over me
in such a way there is no space for dreams
and for other desires
this feelings in the heart
this heart full of love
this love of mine
desire you alone
this desire to meet with you
can only make my life livable
if i get to create myself
I’d created myself as tears
trapped in your eyes
each time i see those eyes
i see my paradise
and my heart will be at peace
i am nothing except when i have you
with you i become meaningful
i have just one request
allow me grace the pleasure
a moment to gaze
into your paradise just once
to know what this lonely heart feels
i am without a shelter
i have a refuge only but in you
why is there so much distance
we kept escaping each other’s sight
i asked the moon for your blissful gaze
now come into my life
this heart is like a planted crop
make it sprout….
You must have heard a lot of things concerning angels. As a child growing up was another story when it comes to issues concerning angels. I or we were made to believe that angels are hidden from one’s naked eyes and that, angels were special bodyguards sent by God to protect us.
As children it made life easier and less hectic, most especially when everything seems not to be moving anymore. That preaching and story became our weapon and strength against fear and sadness. But one thing I can tell you is that I have seen one before. Surprise!
I have seen him in physique. He appeared Warm and hesitant in every good things both little and big. He was some feet tall and some inches. He was neither fat nor was he slim but of average. In his eyes and smiles was my happiness. He was none else other than my father.
I always have this dream of being like my father. A dream that was so complicated. The way he walks, talks, sits, eats and in shorts everything like he does. I have even started posing like him in photo. I wish I could be successful and God-fearing like him, but at the long end, I found out I could never be like him. It was just clear why. There was no one in this universe like my father. Father was the best among the best. If not for God, I would have worshipped him, wear clothes with his photo printed all over, hang his photo all over the walls of my home, and put his photo before my bed so it will be last thing I see before sleeping and the first after waking up. To me the world was not enough for a substitute for my father. I could sacrifice it for my angelic papa.
The moon and the sun are not real
Life and death isn’t either
The breeze can blow as it desires
Even the rain too
Not sleeping and dreaming isn’t real either
Like the flashes of lightening
Real is you
when I dream
And when I am awake
You are the only thing that’s real
You are the same in both world
Hey Hadi! I know this letter will stun you; but it’s better I say I didn’t mean to before I get started. Actually I wanted writing a love letter like that of Shakespeare but to tell you the truth I am no match to that extraordinary man; so I decided to check through the google maybe I could get something to copy and just paste, but to my greatest surprise there was not a single content that describe what is between you and I; because of that I decided to pick my biro and write what is but my entire idea.
To tell you the truth, of recent, I have been extraordinarily lonely so much that all I see and hear are but your face and beautiful voices everywhere and in everything I do.
Few days ago, I sat in the cold lonely night with my right leg on the left one; I tried to shake them but having become stiff, they refused to go sideways as I wanted.
Even though the weather was very cold, the breeze as they found their ways into my nose were very hot and dry; due to the intense cold, I went inside my cozy room, maybe it could help a little. I lay in the bed facing the ceiling even though I couldn’t see anything in the dark and my mind travelled many kilometer afar thinking about how beautiful you could be in physique if you could be so beautiful in my head. I tried closing my eyes may be sleep could come but it was all futile.
For some moments, I began to see your beautiful face in the dark ceiling. It was as though the sun was penetrating through the early morning dawn. As if that wasn’t enough, you came closer and sat beside me. Everything were being conjured in my lonely mind.
It was like paradise. You know when others closes their eyes; all they see are but darkness but that is a different case for me. Each time i closes my eyes, all i see is your smiles, your unhesistant laughter and that beautiful flashes of light your eyes produces whenever you blink them.
Of recent, my friends have termed me crazy because each time i spoke with them it’s your name i first mention; if i wanted to describe something beautiful it’s you whom i used as the dscription of beauty. I don’t know whether this is madness, craziness or insanity but what i know for sure is that it’s just what my hearts feels.
To the reason why I decided to write this little piece of mine; Over the last two years my friends have all gotten married and all I have got to tell them is but the stories about you. Even my mother says she needed grand chidren and i kept telling her you are the mother of my unborn children, her grand children: she has gotten impatient that she got me hook up with a lady last week. To tell you the truth, each time i see her i felt like a heavy rock on my chest. Because of these, i have decided to write you this little piece to tell to leave my head and come into my everly outstrectched arms and prove those people who thinks i was a crazy clown how wrong they are to think of me that way.
I have nothing more to say.. Good Night
Yours future Husband
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In my lonely night
The memory of you loops
In my empty bed
The feeling of your absence is felt
If I am a word
You are my dictionary
I am meaningless without you
I have become astray in your love
I am that river which has no water
In my world you are an obligation
I have observed you; you are the path to my God
You are the sun, I am the moon
My brightness only comes from you
Without you what purpose is my life?
A feeling in my heart keeps me imprisoned
Like the water locked under the earth
I have no use anymore
You are my prayers my devotion
If I am a word
You are my dictionary
I am meaningless without you