Sometimes you meet someone

Sometimes you meet someone

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The Voice

I took a look

I took a lookA deep look into my heart,There is this luminous voice,Which makes my heart rejoice

That voice is so loud,Singing across the deaf crowds,It’s beautiful lightPiecing across darkest night.

That voice is unsoiled by hate,In a world knocking hard,On true friendship’s gate;Each time I heard it, I’m glad.Singing with joy to blend.

– Pauline Ebijimi 

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On Survival

On Survival

The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday. Life in its nuanced presence trods into the specter of transcending timelines. It takes only one fleeting moment to change

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How ironically does existence glare at our agonyDrawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasyBeauty galloping in its stance painfully aloud,The whisper of the mighty sense of self loses its way in the crowd.Humans ought to be the resilient minds,A quest for their identity, a rarity to seek to find,

Life in its rhythmic flair plunges us into the dark sands of dee,To be lost in the land of nothingness is to master the spirit of thee.Wanderlust in its yonder encapsulates the allure of the free,Silence in its whispers creeps in the desolation nobody can see.

Trudging our way on the path unknown,We are all wandering to comfort ourselves with a p

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Destiny And Time Tend To Go Hand In Hand

Destiny and time tend to go hand in hand

Destiny and time tend to go hand in hand.When the branches of a tree is cut off in other for it to die,Nothing can stop a naked tree from blooming.It’s just a matter of time

– Pauline Ebijimi

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Why Drain Yourself On Little Things

Why drain yourself on little things

Why drain yourself on little things when you could actually fly?

– Pauline Ebijimi

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The Lullaby Of Love

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Lamenting lies smear their presence,In the dreary desert. The desertOf hope in which love has lost its way.I yearn in the sanguine felony of the eternal stream,To bow before the very eyes, to sit and pray.

The solstice of fall befalls warmth in its haling glory,A season of broken vows, that sting humanity in its piercing glance,Setting its fangs deep, the tales of unfulfilled dreams, in gallant themes,Usher their presence in the lament of the looming winter.

Darkness in its plight uproars the silence of desolated cries,In the tribulation of existence, light often loses its stance,Death when it finds you, let it find you alive.Mortality transcends its span, as death lays its icy hands,I don’t fear death, but bemoan the demise of the soul of those,Who embraced the deathbed before death ha

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A Sip Of Amour

a sip of amour

Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true,I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinewGlorified and unappalled, the essence of it belied in its gloryUnattained and unbothered, I knew that age-old tale wouldn’t write my story.

Books I have squandered across and tales I have been told,I want a love that breathes in me till my skin turns wrinkled and old.Beauty in the eyes of the beholder it resides,I yearn for a love that sees the pain in the walls that stand beside.

Amour in its exemplar beholds its ground high,