Why I Write

Aston kamunde

I write because it is my enchantment,
I don’t need to feign my competence,
Of matching and coupling words together,
To a celebrated new meaning,
Away from styled record of blemished sadism,

I am able to put words together,
Words that make me feel relevant and imperative,
In a cold world that made me believe I was small,
Lowest than the lowest vermin,
That forces me to seize myself from all vanity,
My potential makes me to be in the verge of explosion,
Because few seem to notice all that I posses,
I feel invincible and transparent whenever my hand is up,
But words symbolize a clear visage that makes me remain placid,
Words save me from the litany of lies,
Of guilt and self-accusation,
From a shell of despair, sadness and fear,
And bring me to ride in the waves of pure triumph,
Of a man entitled of own…

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Soul Food

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In the desert there is no water, but the mirage suggests that there is such a thing as water. In the shadow there is no reality or substantiality, but from the shadow we can understand that there is substance and reality.

~Bhagavad Gita

Soul Food

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One has to learn tolerance in the face of dualities such as happiness and distress, or cold and warmth, and by tolerating such dualities become free from anxieties regarding gain and loss.

~Bhagavad Gita

Façade of my calm!

Aston kamunde

Watching the sun go down like a dying amber,
I lay still… lost in thoughts,
As I listen to the sounds of the fading day,
A steady rhythm to the pattern that am accustomed to,

They say life is like a flower,
Beautiful, fragile and with a delicious perfume,
But is it true?
Are there invisible thorns underneath it all?

Is life a vocation?
An ephemeral ambition that everyone has?
But only a few are lucky to realize?
Leaving the hearts of many irreparably damaged?

I feel for my broken heart,
A heart that has experienced the worst crushing,
All innocence taken away,
And delicate defenses gone and some left vulnerable,

Perhaps with the reminiscent of the day,
I should be more careful, resilient and effervescent tomorrow,
And like the vision in my dreams,
Realize my vacation and enjoy the adventures of life!

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Where Art Thou?

Aston kamunde

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Tonight I will wait patiently for the clear promising sky,

For the falling star, to make a wish yet again,

The white moon and frozen stars will be my faithful witnesses,

Where Art Thou? Please answer the calls of my heart!

I am a dreamer and a believer in endless love,

A dreamer of all the things that we could be, could share!

Am all human and I need love, I need to be loved even more!

Where Art Thou? Am tired of counting the stars alone!

The Silly and sometimes annoying games of love are lacking,

In my plain and lonely life that is heavy with expectation,

Am dropping all my resistance and opening my heart for you,

Where Art Thou? There is so much adventure for us to see, to explore!

I will wait in this all consuming night that is full of hope,

To feel and taste…

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Dear Mum

Aston kamunde

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You are the epitome of all vows kept intact,

The recognition of all lost promise and soft touch,

Any faintest glow from you is all comforting refuge,

From your sweet face that is sweetened by all love of the sun

Dear mama, you are the winking light that moves across the frozen stars,

You are an irrepressible delight full of refinement in all that makes human,

Enthusiasm lifts my feathery heart whenever I see your flawless beauty,

That forces me to submit to your attention with renewed palpable pleasure

In the storms of this world, you always find a way forward,

With an ineffable quality that no any word can describe,

Bringing with it golden glory of the true nature of mind,

You make this real uncanny world become achingly beautiful

Dear mum, you inspire in me a curious but hopeful feeling,

That I have the power to overcome all…

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Why?

Aston kamunde

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The light prickled at her tiny, fragile face,

Tears were freely dripping her childish cheeks,

They guttered beneath her innocent and pleading eyes,

The air was getting out of her lungs, fast

I desperately searched for words, a word of comfort,

But they had fallen away the moment I met her stare,

She was young and her mysteries only deepened mine,

My soul was getting heavy and was causing tremors in me

What could I say to her?

Did she expect I had the meaning of pain?

I was tempted to look for meaning, any meaning

But was that not why she was crying? Coz of a lie?

Time recedes but she has plenty of it ahead her,

To live the horrors of this cold, ungiving, gray world,

Slowly like a deep river,

That realization forced my eyes to expel cascades of tears

I wished the tenderness of life was brought…

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Hold Me…

Aston kamunde

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Hold me…
And wash away my silly and annoying awkwardness,
That is overgrown with irrelevant and tiresome details,
Of how things should be

I need you to hold me…
To take away my loneliness and silence,
I need time to stop my heart and feel all things,
That I wish, hope and dream of, only in an instant

Please hold me and trap my searching soul,
That anticipates, yearns and desires,
To dance like trees and flowers in the rain,
I want that moment to sink deep in my veins

Hold me, my dear…
Let my passion flow through you like a river,
I need to embrace a clear vision of true beauty,
To explore and discover new possibilities in your arms

In your arms,
I will swim in the stars and the clear moon,
I will give myself freely to you,
I will be that innocent leaf carried by…

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