LOVE is GOOD LAW

“This is His Commandment, that we unselfishly love and seek the best for one another…”

  1^st John 3:23

Love is Good Law,

A command:

It's belief is a simple concept –

Friendship,

The kind that assaults your memory,

With a musky fervor,

Like the scent of pheromones…

Thrills your most sensitive membranes,

Inside out,

For some inexplicable reasons,

As it masterfully and playfully,

Rolls down towards you,

Props itself up,

And stares at your eyes,

Expectantly,

Like you’re the best fairy tale,

Yet to be written.

Aah! Love is beautiful;

Farfetched maybe,

To the simple- minded,

But far from being a cliché,

It bears a sting of felicity,

Supercharged with a good pact of intent,

Appealing not just to desire -

Superficial cloak,

But also conclusive in commitment;

With a pinch of madness,

Added to assorted ingredients of passion,

And extraordinary affection,

Love becomes an acquired taste,

To an ardent paramour,

A peculiar Law,

With a spine-chilling aroma,

Strong as death…

It’s beautiful and bold,

Impeccable,

Ev’n as it grows old,

Along the caprice of time,

Love is an irrefutable truth,

Unambiguously,

Cannot be one hundred percent,

As things get considerably worse,

Before they get better,

But shelving all probabilities,

Then sticking to friendship,

Minimizes all other odds,

The odds of falling out,

And highlights the possibilities,

Of miniature souls –

Little maids and lads,

To love and nurture.

Verily I say unto you,

He that loves this Law,

Enjoys the feel of this,

He that loves this Law,

Gets his fill of it. 

Photo credits: John and Tabby Karanja.

Silentdreamer'17

Nested in Trust

When I fly,
Before your majesty,
I feel your Sky,
I know I'm Nested,
Ev'n so,
Under your bird's eye-view,
I may feel like a Moa,
Not always..
You inexplicably knew,
A little bird ought to remain;
Along my little Voyages -
Fluttering flights,
It bedazzles me:
A sparrow falls not to the ground,
Outside your watch,
And greater is this comfort -
Circumstances may hatch,
Inevitably,
Ruffling my little feathers,
Still my consolation remains,
The very feathers of my body,
Are all numbered!
There's much rest,
Perching on Your good old branch,
Yes! It's good to know,
A bird that remembers it's origin,
Never misses it's flight..
When I fly,
I feel your sky,
I know I'm Nested!
Silentdreamer💭'17

Art (bridget) credits: Celiac Angel.

Baby sister's print

 "Blood makes us related; friendship and loyalty makes us family"


When you think about baby sisters',
There's something distinct..
Something flair about them,
Somewhat full of pleasance,
Introverted charm,
Particularly in their fluorescence;
Every part about them,
Plastered with tons of care,
And sweetly mellow like good wine,
Well.. about this lass,
Miss Lynn,
By the year,
She grows older and even taller,
Arguably towering,
In the confidence of her early twenties,
Her physical proportions are crisp,
Slant of knowledge evenly defined,
And set of energy and excitement in plenitude..
I'd bet,
If age were to stand up,
Tower over her,
She'd promptly take a leap,
Run for her life,
While intutively clutching,
The edge of tomorrow,
Close to her mortal heart,
Like a bunch of her most pricey shoes,
I'd exclaim, " Well, look at that!"
I wouldn't explode in laughter,
At least not just yet -
Since nothing is miserable,
Unless,
You think it so..
Until she trips,
And falls!
Ah! What a wrinkle! 😂

(Hahaha)
Being the big brother,
Who tolerates her questions,
And teases her unmercifully,
I'd remind her,
"Not even the pretty ones,
Are given the saltiness of attention,
Every other wake of time".

Age puts more wrinkles,
In our minds than faces,
(At least that's what I thought)
But when Lynn smiles,
Dauntingly nudges my arm,
Drive me crazy with her nonstop talking,
Then finally warms up to me,
Her rather innocuous acts,
Cajoles me out of my mood,
Quite literally ironing out,
My skittish countenance..
The kind that washes over you,
When the worry of life,
And the passing of time,
Violently pokes your conscious;
Albeit her rains fall too!
Some days in the occasional dark cloud of sorrow,
Other days in the arching streak of a promising rainbow,
Her simple resolve:
'LAUGH IT ALL AWAY!'
Try to catch a glimpse of Lynn,
Out of the most vulnerable corner of her life,
You'd acquiesce to this -
She's an airwave of musical note,
That beats between family,
And the serendipity of life,
In harmonious alternations,
While some music are to be tasted,
Others to be gulped down,
Only a few,
Deserve to be gracefully chewed,
And digested,
She's the lyrically palatable few!

Silentdreamer💭'17

WARM WISHES ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! BLESSINGS!❤

Be Still!

Calm weather in june,
Sets the right corn in tune...
Let it be known,
You need only to be still;
Lamps with unrest,
Are soon snuffed off,
Leaving their tents dark -
Dark truth;
Stillness is the altar of the spirit,
Be still,
Eventually silence,
Sings out to you!

Silentdreamer💭'17

PUT ON YOUR GARMENT!

Yet another week,
Pretty cold...
Monday blues?
Perhaps Sunday lags!
The start is mere triffle to me!
Trifles somehow makes perfection  -
End game counts,
For the end justifies the means,
The means of perfection,
An irreproachable attitude though,
Might be a good horse,
If you harness it well;
Monday blues or Sunday lags,
The Lord makes a good garment,
My linen testament,
To my backbone material:
A well structured ligament,
It is said,
"Those with fine clothes..
In their chests,
Can easily put on rags"

Silentdreamer💭'17