Jaise sapne dekhne wala (Like a dreamer)

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  Like one who sees dreams in the darkest night
  A time of fright
  Like one who believes when there's nothing to believe in
  In an age so dim
  My heart feels dark, and my thoughts so heavy
  Is this all that life requires? So little a levy?
  What should I believe in? Where should I hope?
  For the Oracle sees beyond the system, beyond the scope
  Beyond this time and this culture, whose heart beats cold
  Beyond their cold vein and winter storms, that have claimed the old
  What should I believe in? Where should I hope?
  The government and the system? I've been there before!
  I feel like a pilgrim with a long journey before me, 
  Before I leave the precinct, let my mind explode
  Let my voice quake like a toad in a winter fog
  Un-thicken this intricate system, unwind it clog by clog
  Maybe then, as a voice that I am
  I'll begin to see a reality of this dream that I claim
  What should I believe in? Where should I hope?
  I hope for a time when people shall live for more than just themselves...
  

  By Peter Zoe (Zimbabwe)

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In the melting pot of your words - The man and his habit

P. I. M. P!
I drink the finest
I pick the tightest
And I walk with the sweetest

They've made me. Pimp
They've known me for my prowess
They care less where I come from
So long as I gat the money

Now look at my head
all wrinkle in thought.
My eyes dilated in concentration
am thinking about Thatcher at home
My money is finished
meaning am finished

What am I gonna tell her this time?
Bah! These gals are killing me
Booze and smoking
Without a thought for my welfare

Am quitting ...so help me God

I got a letter from a friend
A friend called Bad Habit:

"See me now, 
Feel me now, 
Believe me now, 
Don't just think of me now, 
Deal with me now, 

Not later when you are done enjoying me, 
For your chance is now, 
Rather do me now, 
If you really wanna deal with me, 
Let not your mind loose, 
Use a leash if you really wanna deal with me, 
Leave your emotions at bay, 
Bite the nail and deal with me now, 
If you really wanna deal with me, 
Let it be now, 
Not later
for later spells danger, 

Yours Deceitfully
Bad Habit"

My mind is a world of confusion 
My world is a mind of its own
These women are my body's slaves
Indeed these slaves are not women
They are but objects in my world
A world that I gently float in
A world that has captured my mind

I drink.....they drink.......
I smoke.....they drink......
And as they drink...I rise and rise
Rise above that which is real
Drift into that which is surreal

This world has no limitations.....
But strangely, this world has no depth...
Length and width are what feeds it
Length and width are what defines it

People with no depth...indeed they are not people
but objects...
Objects that have faded into the background
3D losing part of itself..... becoming 2D
people losing part of themselves
also becoming 2D.

By 'Kingdal Machiaveli Mufc', Teboho Mtabane, Olympia Tombe (Africa)

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Our paths

The locus of points on our paths
Does not follow a geometry predefined
But are instead
An intergration of different parabola

We do many things
Shade the areas under the curves
Differentiate the gradients of time
Look into the past
Try to predict the future
And solve for those variables
Both known and unknown

Life has set parameters
Maxima and minima integers
Our actions define the answers
We search
We try
Sometimes we fail

This mathematics called life
So complex like differential equations
We integrate and differentiate
Factor out failures
Factor in our successes

We hope to get the calculus right
Measure time as a linear dimension
Death is a dimensionless variable
But of magnitude that cannot be overlooked

Our paths intersect and cross
We meet and make influence
At times we are influenced
Much like resultant forces
Represented by vectors

Our thoughts shape our perceptions
Our actions define our character
We are an ambigious parable
With the meaning deeply rooted in us
Yet we spend our linear dimension
Defining things that do not matter
And when we reach maxima
We realise we wasted time.

By Pardon Gwara (Zimbabwe)

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In the melting pot of your words - The man in the chair

Who am I?
The dull, the drab, the magnificent,the great...?
Who am i really?
The quirky, the simple, the happy, the normal...?

Is who I am what the world sees?
Or is who I am what I do not let them see?
Is who I am trapped within me?
Or is who I am being forced to stay within me?

Hush now mind...you ask who am I and bother me so
Hush now mind...you only confuse me and whither me so
Hush now mind...I am not at peace but am in one piece
Hush now mind...so I may maintain this my physical piece

Who am I?...Mind I cannot answer your question
Who am I really?...Mind I only know who I should be
But who am I?...Mind it matters not who I am
Yes, but who am I?...Mind I will tell you this

Take a good look at my master and I...
In black and white, our true colours show
but only true is the reflection of the other

My master looks as I feel on the inside
The dull, the drab...
And I look as my master does to the world 
The magnificent, the great...

I am my master's pet...trained...controlled
And he is the world's pet...trained...controlled

Hush now mind...hush!
Do not ask that dreaded question
that which asks...Who am I?

By Olympia Tombe (Zimbabwe/Kenya)

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The evening sun

Half hidden behind the hills

Giving way for the night

 I cried against your hostility on our skin and eyes

And wished you away

But now that your time is elapsing

I wish you had never leave

If I could scheme a means to make you stay

To keep feeling your warmth and power

Tried looking into your eyes

To share my feelings with you

But the intensity of your rays won’t let me

As it blurred my vision and mind

As I sit here gazing at a pale you

I realize how much energy you have lost

In your effort to be the light of my day

And the heat that warms my skin

How long are you still going to stay?

Before you disappear behind the hills

To be seen no more?

A couple of minutes I guess?

Although the night is promising a full moon

With its beauty and glamour

I’m still scared of the terror

That comes with the night – that comes without you

Oh! I forgot you promised

That we shall meet by tomorrow

Oh! What joy feels my soul

As I meditate on this promise

Good bye to the sun of my life

Good bye to the warmth and vigor of my existence

Gladly waiting for our meeting tomorrow

When we shall understand each other more…

By Chika Okanya (Nigeria)

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In the melting pot of your words- The man in the chair

I am the personification of freedom
Rooted in my heart and blooming on my head,
Reaching for heaven, lock it and descend it,
Bleed the colour of my dreams into black
And white reality. 
I am a madman, peerless mind
Spilt to cats, they will not judge, not even my garments.

Aah, cats! This one's too tired to give chase to rats
Too tired to think, I think I am, I am? 
Adding up random numerals like maths
Figuring it's a reflection of a thought I long had
I see through the windows of this cat like Gate's Microsoft
Fur balls I puke, and silly notions rebuke but is my mind lost?
Where did I put those keys? Where did I hide that book?
I got questions like an exam and a shadow for a pupil with an eerie look
Would you pry on my life if you could? 
Vacating in insanity as I share conversations with a cat like Carbonel...

In tatters torn from limb to limb
My insanity shines to all it will seem
Undress and curse me,with thine eyes
But beyond the skin is where truth lies

For glum cogitations,are what make me
In the presence of a cat,I can freely be
As I stroke it softly,it whirrs and purs
For I derive my wisdom from it's furs

Now Man may say yet again like a fool:
Solitude with my cat,makes me a tool
That being away from my fellow kind
Evokes madness incarcerates my mind

I say to they,who so stupidly think
My mental disintegration is at its' brink
That I fear thee, must be away from you
Lest I become thy minion like my cat too...

Who said that I didn’t try?
Who said that I was sad?
Broken hearted and lonely
That am just sitting and whinning for what could have been
When really they don’t know the story behind
this expression that I am wearing!
Funny how they hide behind the first  impression cliché
But who cares what they are thinking anyway?!
Over-analyzing every detail from the tear of my pants, locks of my hair
To the way I choose to paint my portraits in black and white
I AM JUST A POET TRYING TO LOOK GOOD IN A PICTURE!!

By Philani Nyoni, Thelonius Monk, Alex Dube and Boineelo Jen Lee

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A sad ending (of a once beautiful beginning)

I embarked on a journey into the past
Trying to find that spot
Where our love turned into hatred

On my way there I met our smiles
I heard the sound of our laughter
Echoing through the past
I heard our whispers
And the happiness that we shared
I saw my Facebook wall
Painted with love writings from your
fingertips
I read the passion locked in time
my inbox,
An encyclopedia of love it was
Thou hath made Shakespear jealous
By what thee wrote for me
I saw the tags
The moments that we trully smiled
The dreams that we shared
And the countless castles in the air

I wanted to remain locked in that past
I did not want to be reminded of the present
Where your feelings have become status updates
Where when you want to get to me
You post pictures of you and the new guy
Where it hurts to know
We are just drifters
Much like the arctic ice
Cold, and moving further apart

But in my journey to the past,
Maybe I was blind,
I did not see that point
Where caring turned into indifference
and love turned to hatred...
It's just a sad ending
of a story that was once beautiful.

By Pardon Gwara (Zimbabwe)

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In the melting pot of your words- The man in the chair

Oh my! Life is such a mess.
Is this all I've got left, worn out dusty suit and this lil' filth of an animal?
I recall the days of old when she loved me dearly
Doesn't want anything to do with me now, clearly

When days were brighter...
sailing through rough seas of thoughts
leaving footnotes at every harbor of delight for I have been there, 
Days were brighter, friends were plenty, 
times were happier, 
No one thought twice of harboring me for a night
for I remitted their tickets to their amusement, 
when days were brighter and friends were plenty, 
Now, 

I sit silently contemplating events that occured

My brain full of stains meditating with the heavens above

Above all thoughts succumbed life and life became a thought

Am lost in the maze...searching
I try to catch that bird perching
but it slipped from me
like the sigh in the wind
that reminded me of days long gone

Now it's all I can do to keep the tears from flowing...
I've tried to push and pull
I've tried to shove
I've tried to nudge
All to on avail

What's left for me to do?
Should I steal?
Aww no!
Am not made for that
but I know

I will pray
and God will play
then it will pay
to trust in His say
for it's His way

That will save me. 

By Edwina Mazunda, Teboho Mtabane, Napo Robert Mokoena, Kingdal Machiaveli Mufc (Africa)

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