Posts by Ndumiso Sikhakhane
There Is Some One, See Him
There is someone, see him-
He is
There Is Some One, See Him There is someone, see him- He is analysing himself! He is elucidating himself!! There is someone, see him He is stepping u...
There Is Some One, See Him There is someone, see him- He is analysing himself! He is elucidating himself!! There is someone, see him He is stepping u...
Another Round
As our bodies ease over satin sheets
I realized
Another Round As our bodies ease over satin sheets I realized that love making can never be discreet You cant control the trembles of your body from ...
Another Round As our bodies ease over satin sheets I realized that love making can never be discreet You cant control the trembles of your body from ...
John Doe
Troubled child in a world gone wild
Nowhere to turn
John Doe Troubled child in a world gone wild Nowhere to turn both parents are no where to be found His grandparents show love but dont say too much A...
John Doe Troubled child in a world gone wild Nowhere to turn both parents are no where to be found His grandparents show love but dont say too much A...
Star Crossed
Its dark outside
and we have no audience.
I
Star Crossed Its dark outside and we have no audience. I suppose these are the moments one presumably could afford to miss. Nights when raindrop...
Star Crossed Its dark outside and we have no audience. I suppose these are the moments one presumably could afford to miss. Nights when raindrop...
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik.
Out-Of-Spite-Free
How free
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik. Out-Of-Spite-Free How free you are out-of-spite-free I could yet not break the iron bars inside of me. Im enslaved ...
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik. Out-Of-Spite-Free How free you are out-of-spite-free I could yet not break the iron bars inside of me. Im enslaved ...
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava
How can I be myself
my own
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava How can I be myself my own tree my own roots, branches, leaves my own flower in the morning of my own sun. I do no...
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava How can I be myself my own tree my own roots, branches, leaves my own flower in the morning of my own sun. I do no...
Her secretive whispers
create ripples
in my pool of
Her secretive whispers create ripples in my pool of thoughts!... Her Presence... creates triangles of manufactured Light... and even the wind is h...
Her secretive whispers create ripples in my pool of thoughts!... Her Presence... creates triangles of manufactured Light... and even the wind is h...
Stewing Mind - by Amy Barry
But here I was
deep into the wonder
Stewing Mind - by Amy Barry But here I was deep into the wonder and delight of Magnolias, Lilacs, Freesias. I heard bird song but to my ears it was l...
Stewing Mind - by Amy Barry But here I was deep into the wonder and delight of Magnolias, Lilacs, Freesias. I heard bird song but to my ears it was l...
The Scent of Her (11th March 2014) - by Amy Barry
The breath of
The Scent of Her (11th March 2014) - by Amy Barry The breath of her, the smell of apple blossoms, wrapped my senses, collected around my heart, like ...
The Scent of Her (11th March 2014) - by Amy Barry The breath of her, the smell of apple blossoms, wrapped my senses, collected around my heart, like ...
My Life,
paints every moment,
with a different stroke...
Each
My Life, paints every moment, with a different stroke... Each day I dress with Myself, so nights, can find me no more... I grabbed the edge of the Wo...
My Life, paints every moment, with a different stroke... Each day I dress with Myself, so nights, can find me no more... I grabbed the edge of the Wo...