A Single Rose

The sweet smell of a rose;

is what makes my heart pause.

A strange sensation bubbles from within;

for this simple gesture makes me green.

With a single rose you touch my heart;

you pronounce our love and set it apart.

My crippling tongue cannot move;

for like this rose you have pruned me.

Once i was a dry river bed;

dry and so full of despair...!

With apt expressions you have watered me;

now i drool honey and sweet nothings.

Gosh....My words dry out...!

For you have turned me into a spring of sweetness.

You have become my deepest ambition.

My heart holds the closest friendship a relationship would ever offer.

Not a petal will fall from this stalk.

Asante...!

Wired

Human beings as we are.....,

         We are wired to sparkle the world.

Above all living-things we standout,

         Standout as the best in all creation.

We are not designed to be buried in oblivion,

         But like sky scrapers each design is uniquely built.

Though we share the same architect,

         Our blue-prints are incomparable.

Each piece is deliberately placed in a specific way,

         We are dusted, smoothed and furnished to give a glare.

There is no room for accidents,

         Coincidence is a concept that is void.

Beauty and glamor shine inside-out.

We seek attention  and approval,

         Recognition is but our ambition.

Like honey bees we are busy not making honey,

         Busy creating and working on our own public image.

We seek to be complemented....,

        to be told well done, good job, to be pampered.

Babies cry for it while grown men die for it.

Though philosophy may give principles of aesthetics,

         Mankind offers the raw material.

Through the eyes of the Intern

In my search...!
I moved inside sky scrappers, even changed places.
Up and Down i moved with the lifts
Big doors flang open.
Doors occupied by important people 'Waheshimiwa' 
I entered the big spacious offices with mahogany desks and leather cushioned sits.
They all wore black suits well complimented by ties.
It was the hustle and bustle for an internship.
Though the road i trudged was lonely God keep me aloft
Like the rainbow stair case i was always a step ahead!
In God's sight i found favor.
Everywhere i went i was ushered with smiles
I cant complain for i saw his flavor.
The Bigwigs were all courteous and welcoming.
Its as if their coats were filled with kindness