Baskadia

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

The Unexpected Meeting

I have met many eyes, and only i got lost in yours. When our paths accidentally collide, I open to you my closed doors. As I fell, really hard, It was you who catch me first.

Sunrise

Remember when the sun rises, and how beautiful it was that morning, It started to soar higher, to meet its delightful beginning. But not for us, have you forgotten? the daybreak knows why we parted, and how we ended things between us, It was the ending that got me unsettled. As much as the sun knows most of it, It is aware of my fear and shock, however, I understand myself more deeply, for it doesn’t know how much I want you back. So when the sun greeted the morning with joy, and welcoming it to

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

freedom of choice

Freedom of choice I want to develop and fly like a bird, fly so high that only sky will be my limit. Penetrates the clouds without any permit and return to the land as I pleases. I want to be flexible like a waving flag. I want to move in all direction with ease and current of my movement will be natural, but in contrast to flag I will be my own pilot. I want be visible like a flag when I please and disappear in the clouds like a bird if I desire. I want to live in the edge of no danger but fall

A shoulder to cry on

A shoulder to cry on A shoulder to cry on is better than gold, In dark times  it gives energy to go on. Lights that were turned off  will be turn on while it comforts like a mother to new born giving hope and erasing pain of what is gone. A shoulder to cry on help you to mourn providing company until you set on new dawn. It understand why you cry and what you lost. It doesn’t intent to show off hence it never fall short and comes from the least expected with no cost.

Words

Like an infectious disease at bodily opening floating inside like aromatic scent at nostrils, that is how the sound wave travels through ears processed and integrated in the brain and words manifest. Once altered cannot be retracted so they manifest. Like a virus in the system  emotions are corrupted. Leaving the permanent mark through the thoughts, doubt and worry are some of the output and proof, depending on magnitude in input reflects output. Like radiation harmful words are poisonous. To th

wood fire or life

Wood fire or life It burns and emits orange-gold colour, so beautiful and magical how it waves. It give warmth to the surrounding because it exist for participial purpose. It does not live long it has short lifespan but has ability to cook, cool and warm depending on the purpose why it was alight. This sounds like a wood fire but it is life.

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

The Gemini (Love beaten)

The Gemini and Pisces sad love story fades away with the morning dew.

My Teacher

My Teacher Standing tall with a chalk. Speaking in a phonetic structure. That bears a grudge with his tongue. His dressing code. White and black. Besides a blackboard. He looks like a warden. Raises his eyebrows.🤨 When questioned. Racks his brain daily. To impact positively on his students. Smiles 😀 When he's rewarded with right answers. Punishes those who he regards as miscreants. Always picking up pens. To score the sheets. Reminding us of his motto. "Simplicity is not stupidity". Giving workl

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

Poetry

Deep

The Message

She observed the movements And tried avoiding some things. She tried running very fast But they were more faster, She tried fighting them off, But they were more stronger, She tried hitting and kicking, But all to no avail. She watched herself helplessly As she was torn apart, She cried helplessly as her Cloths was torn, She wept thoroughly as She saw herself defied, She even fainted in the Process of her being defiled. She tried walking home, But found it difficult to do. She kept crying as she

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning