The Heartache

Aston kamunde


He could feel it and smell it too,
The burning heartache that churned inside,
He longed for a small mound of love, just little,
It was a soft cry, though it was sad and hopeless

This was an artificially created crisis, but by who?
It had made him small and inside he was a stone,
For his heart carried a quiet kind of rebel for all things,
He had come accustomed to all evil spewed on him

Although he was surrounded by a sea of honest petals,
That danced graciously in the blameless soft breeze,
Violence had numbed his senses into disbelief,
Could neither feel the highest joy nor the deepest sadness.

He was tethered like a hopeless Christmas animal,
For the onslaught of anything that would kill his peace,
For the world was full of tension and discriminate hate,
He had confirmed that horror on earth is real and…

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Sounds of Unrestricted Love

Aston kamunde


The dead oaks spread across the earth,
Other trees stood still, somber like mourners,
They were honor guides of earthly angels,
They were escorting the sinless souls that lay still

This morning was freshened by light caressing breeze,
That ran softly through the currency of shadows,
That was spilled by the mourning trees that stood silent,
Her tired edges were smoothed by their flawless beauty

She felt light as a feather floating in high attitudes,
She was surrounded by the air that carried sweet grassy scents,
Strands of brightened sunshine fell silently from the scenic sky,
There could be many places that she could be at that moment,
She closed her eyes, glad that she was here to experience all these

The wide-eyed owl stared at her with a curiosity that pinched
As if it could tell that her eyes were feigning happiness,
Like someone who was wise, mysterious and…

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Liebster Award Nomination

Today I am pleased to share the news that my blog is a recipient of a Liebster Award Nomination! I credit this recognition to the steadfast support that I have been so lucky receive from my community of bloggers and my blog’s avid readers, who I must confess have been both awe-inspiring and encouraging. In this regard, I would like to show my gratitude to Cindy who was so kind enough to nominate my blog. Cindy is a lifestyle blogger and one of the most talented people that I have been so lucky to come across. Her blog is not only inspiring but also fascinating and I am sure that you will NOT be disappointed after visiting her. Please visit her blog @ Cindielifestyleblog to motivate and inspire your life! Cindy, thank you so much and please keep on writing and stimulating the world!





  1. Give some recognition and promotion to the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Create a post about the award on your blog.
  3. Give a reason why you are passionate about blogging.
  4. Answer the 10 questions you were asked.
  5. Nominate 5-11 other blogs.
  6. Inform those bloggers you nominated them.
  7. Make sure you put these rules and logo on your post so everyone else knows what to do!


Cindy’s Questions and Kamunde’s answers

  1. How do you feel at the moment?

I feel so great! Writing poetry has been my passion and it is definitely wonderful to get the opportunity of sharing it with the rest of the world. Getting an award nomination? It’s thrilling!

  1. What would make you happy right now?

I am happy. I believe that every moment is expensive and a promise for my future.

  1. What do you need more in your life?

It is my dream to explore my writing career and possibly, publish poetry, short stories and maybe a novel one day!

  1. What are you grateful for? List at least 5 things.
  • Me
  • Today
  • My family
  • Loyal friends
  • Flora and Sauna
  1. What do you love about yourself?

Although I am a bent arrow who hits some wrong places, I turn all moments to fit perfectly within the realm of my destiny.

  1. Who means the world to you and why?

My mother is the driving source of my entire existence and I am truly blessed and lucky to call her my mum.

  1. If you could share one message with the world, what would it be?

There is absolutely nothing to gain from hate. Love is immortal and bestows anything anyone could ever need or imagine.

My Nominees

  1. Aubrey
  2. G.M
  3. Blindzanygirl
  5. Nduta


Please answer the following questions (Cindy, please allow me to use your questions: they were valid)

  1. How do you feel at the moment?
  2. What would make you happy right now?
  3. What do you need more in your life?
  4. What are you grateful for? List at least 5 things.
  5. What do you love about yourself?
  6. Who means the world to you and why?
  7. If you could share one message with the world, what would it be?

Cindy, I am honored for the nomination! I nominated each one of you because I know you don’t only run inspiring blogs but you are amazing writers who the world should know more about!

Please have fun!






























Whirling Gusts

Aston kamunde


As I hugged the unusual, empty, snaking road,

I was well aware of the invincible presence,

A whoring evil presence… staring…hating,

Line of unsettled faces souring with loath

Sometimes I felt naked under their invincible gawk,

Overwhelmed with the stench of everlasting exhaustion,

But the feeling also filled my soul with a sickly sweet anticipation,

Of fate, luck or even unluck

The growing wind carried a myriad of strange dialects,

They were hissing sounds with undercurrents of fury,

What’s wrong with leading my life? Owning my life?

Doing what I want, where I want and how I want it!

I struggled to keep all obscenity well hidden in my heart,

Feeling the joy and the hurt of it too,

It attracted a strange and a curiously exciting feeling,

It felt unearthly, delectable, sweet and satisfying

I got distracted by a lone spidery purple flower,

It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant,

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Read Poem: The Promise, by Aston Writer

A Humbling Recognition!

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“You promise?”
Aged only six years
A promise meant trust
Strangers meant no harm

The night had descended
Silence roamed the eerily air
It was dark, blinding and unnatural
Grass sounded brittle in the coldness

Sudden fear ensnared her vulnerability
He held her hand with an iron grip
“I want my mommy!”
She screamed at him

The tight grip hurt her
“You want to play?”
“I will show you a game.”
Pulling her into stretched shadows

A pale moon hung just above
Sprinkled stars surrounding it
The sky appeared velvet black
As if foreseeing impending horror

Stormy emotions circled her

Tears rolled down her cheeks
She tried to free from his grip
Power was with him
She couldn’t

Nights like these transformed him
Drove wild his animal instincts
Hunting for naive fluid beauty
Obeyed demanding sounds

Subdued in the stretching cold night
Flames leaped within her body

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Walking Away

Aston kamunde


As you start to walk out on the way,
The way appears intensely real,
You can feel the smell, the texture and the color
The word that describes such quality eludes your mind

The sky seems to be in deep mourning,
The clouds hanging loosely like old clothes,
The shadows beneath moves away the sun’s glare,
You can hear the whispers of the trees standing solemnly on the roadway

Exhaustion seems to whit your imagination,
For you cannot dismiss the uncanny feeling,
That a winged deathly presence will descend on you,
But your stiletto invites the self-air of a cat

Ahead the horizon remains a mystery, terrifying,
As you walk without any sound of your footfall,
But you cannot shake away the hard biting looks all around,
Worst still the sky remained flat, dead and frozen

But your heart beats different strange sounds,
As if you are on a path…

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