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Seeing no danger
i disarmed my mind
and gave my conducts
to the waves and wind

for now i know what it is
to strove with the torture
of doubt and desire

for you were a dream
a breath
a breath of fleeting joy

in secret we met
in silence i grieved
that my heart could forget
my spirit deceive

but alas!
There is no armor against fate
for fate is what brought
and parted us ways.

by Aisha Mahmood

i fell

I fell
l into a thousand pieces of unsung words,
like silver gel
i melted into maiden voices.

I realised den,
dat all poets re special
if not for the miracle of the pen,
then for the rendition of lines spiritual.

He writes
and i'm stunned
he recites
and i'm gunned

into musical
magic fantasy
of lofty vocal
musings of the canary!

(an eulogy to sadiqq dzukogi, my dear friend)

let us melt

let us lounge together
In this joyful bliss
Of pocket fever
Which escalates our crisis
And melts us into each other
Like the magic of lunar eclipses

Let us fuse
Like de binding forces
Of the alchemist juice
Which defies natures curses
And melts iron into stones so precious

For in this mystery
Of the art and the artiste
Births a new era of poetic artistry
Poetry is the art
And my pen the artiste.
So who am I???.