Is This Life?
Through a casual encounter with him –
Did it finally hit me,
The truth of it all.
We met as if by chance,
Each just happened to be there.
Soon we got to talking,
Through a casual encounter with him –
Did it finally hit me,
The truth of it all.
We met as if by chance,
Each just happened to be there.
Soon we got to talking,
There comes a time in every man’s life
when you meet that one person,
who makes you see the world
through the beauty of a rose;
the songs of the world play
through the melody of a heart in love
and whisper the words of love
through the gentle touch of a blowing breeze.
She becomes your life,
and you live for this woman.
She becomes the essence of your being;
immortalized and impassioned in your eyes.
You become her.
In your heart,
she stands alone.
You know you love her.
You know it by the song
on your lips,
a soft, sensual never-ending ballad.
By the gently fluttering heartbeat,
at the mention of her name;
your love.
The raging emotions -
and when she goes silent,
your world begins to crumble,
the hopelessness…
Yes, you know you love her.
When you are in her arms
you know you are home;
where you belong.
And when your lips touch hers
oh, when your lips caress,
you flow into her:
Complete.
You know you are complete..
There comes a time
in every man’s life
when he finds that one person…
I know now,that that time is now.
© brian kamara
Sometimes I wonder
If things would be different,
Had you been around.
Would I still be as I am now,
Or would time have told
A different tale?
Sometimes I wonder
If you would be proud
Of me, of what I have done;
Proud to call me yours.
If every thought of me
Would fill you up with pride?
Sometimes I wonder
What is it you
Would have told me,
In our endless conversations -
(I am sure we would have had many of those) -
Small tidbits of advice
On the what’s and whatnots of society.
Sometimes I wonder
About all the things you
Would have taught me
From one man to another,
From a father, to his son.
Sometimes I wonder
How it would feel
Coming to you in tears,
In need of a shoulder to lean on;
Ranting on and on about my misfortunes.
Being comforted by your presence
And soothing words.
Sometimes I wonder
How secure I would feel
Knowing that you
Would always be there,
Ready to defend me -
Always.
Sometimes I wonder
How you would react
To the love of my life.
Would she meet your approval,
And your blessings,
Or would I, dejected
Bade her goodbye?
Sometimes I wonder
How being in your arms
Would feel like.
Lifting me up high,
Feeling so safe, so secure
Sometimes I wonder
If I may somehow
Have wronged Him,
For Him to have taken
You from me so soon,
And if so, how?
Sometimes I wonder
If you are up there
Looking down at me,
Guiding and protecting me,
And still proud to call me yours.
Have you ever wanted
To be with someone,
To talk and laugh with abandon,
Of past nostalgic moments
And the hopes of your new life;
Together?
Have you ever wanted
To hold someone close,
To feel the warmth of their embrace,
As the rhythm of your heartbeats
Makes you fall in love, again and again?
Have you ever wanted
To lose yourself in a passion
So pure…………………..
So perfect
Have you ever smiled
At the thought of someone,
Day and night –
And wondered if
They think of you too?
Have you ever made a mistake
That caused a tear to fall –
Watched it caress so tender a visage,
And chocked with the guilt thereafter –
Long after your own?
Have you ever felt,
A longing so great,
A craving so immense,
For just one more sunset
In each other’s arms?
Have you ever really ,
Known the true meaning of love?
I think I do -
If what I feel for you,
Is true.
I once loved,
Not long ago.
I too bore it all,
My mind , heart withal.
Once too I felt,
The butterflies and emotions
Of a young man in love.
I too once felt,
The pain of rejection
Nudging endlessly at my heart;
Shed the tears of anguish
At the loss of that first love –
Forever to be embedded
In the ebbs of my heart.
I too ate,
That sweet forbidden fruit
In the wilderness of the fields
With the passion and naivety
Of two young lovers.
I too son,
Was once like you;
So do not perceive me ignorant
In the matters of love.
Come to me
And let me help you
Through this confusion
That is young love.
Photo courtesy of Almighty Dad
Your Lips
They appear soft
They look juicy
I fantasize about them
I want to kiss them
I wonder how they taste like
James Wamathai
I shouldn’t have kissed those lips
Now it’s all i think about
Their chocolaty taste
Their softness
I badly want to kiss them again!
Wangari Munyiri
Pray come again
and put your lips 0n mine,
And let them tell you
a tale;
And dance to the rhythm
of our beating hearts;
Just when your lips are 0n mine again.
Brian Kamara
Tales our lips have told, of kisses desired untold,
Of dances only our minds culd hold,
And rythms our heart all so-o yearn 4 unfold.
So now I dream of when ur lips on mine will tell so bold,
Of dreams not cold,
But again … Of dreams untold.
Lilly Maina
My lips! Oh you speak of.
My hips? What you dream of..
Coz this more than prose.
The lines you compose.
My heart cant compose.
And it is true.
That it’s you that my heart beats for.
My lungs breathe for..
My hips.. Oh my lips!
Michelle
As I stand
At thy behest,
Dear Lord I pray,
You see through my inequities,
Transgressions and sins
That cursed and left me a mottled offspring.
As the time comes
For my judgment pronounce,
Dear Lord I pray
You grant me mercy;
In abundance and forget
The trail which I leave,
On my way home.
As my eyelids close
To the beauty of the setting sun,
Dear Lord I pray
That no more will I be blind
But forever more
See through the haze of eternity.
As I come home,
On the eve of that glorious day,
Dear Lord I pray,
That with open arms I’m received
To once again feel
The precious warmth that is love,
Dear Lord.
© brian kamara
If I do not say I love you often,
It’s not that I do not anymore;
But rather I am just trying new ways,
To prove it to you.
If I do not hold you
As I held others,
It’s not that anything has changed,
I jus want you to show me
How I should hold you.
If I should stop kissing
Like I used to;
It’s not that the feeling’s gone,
I jus want your lips to teach mine
How else you want me to kiss.
If I should make you cry,
As I might inadvertently do;
It’s not that I revel in your tears,
But rather through your tears
Do I know that you still care.
If you should find me
Staring at another,
It’s not that I long to stray,
But rather I am thanking the One above,
That I got the best of them all.
If you should catch me
Aloof and deep in thought,
It’s not that I do not care to listen,
But rather sometimes I still can’t believe
That I have you to myself.
If I should say no,
Every once in a while,
It’s not that someone else does it better,
But in a world defined by sex,
I jus want ours to be different.
If you should wake up
And find me gone
Without a word of goodbye,
It’s not that I did not enjoy last night,
But rather sometimes, my heart speaks best,
In the absence of your love.
If I should leave you
And break your heart,
It’s not that someone else has my heart,
No; that is your alone, but rather
Know that I loved you enough,
To let you go.
If my time should come
That I should die and leave you all alone,
I hope that deep down you’ll know
That it will always only be you
That I will love.
-To all the ladies out there trying to understand their guys –
© brian kamara
Is it too late,
To say how sorry I am
For all the times
I’ve made you cry;
And each time you’ve taken me back -
Back to a heart I’ve hurt.
Is it too late,
To say I love you,
One more time?
To hold your hands in mine
Again; and whisper sweet nothings
Like before?
Is it too late,
To dream of you as before?
Of your touch, your caress,
Your head on my breast,
Reassuring you of my protection….
Now and forever?
Is it too late,
To still believe
That we were meant to be?
That through it all,
We’ll walk down life’s road -
Together?
- Mi dispiace mi ragazza –
© brian kamara
I called you gacungwa,
when in the innocence
of our youth we played.
With this innocence
we held hands
and spoke the language of
our young love.
I called you honey,
when i discovered its sweetness
and yearned for more of it;
and thought of you
and of the richness of life you
brought to me.
I called you darling,
when mother made me
learn western education;
a word for the heart,
so we were taught.
And from there on,
you became my darling:
Oh how I loved you so.
I called you my dear
when the culture inculcated
in me taught me bette;
of a language of two lovers;
the language of you and me,
and of the love that we shared.
I called you my wife,
when in the wilderness
of the fields
you became mine,
and swore to be with me
till the end of time.
I called you my love,
when though advanced in years,
did i realise
that i felt no different
for you now,
than i did then;
my dear gacungwa.
© brian kamara
