Jaachi Writes

Another promising year awaits you as you turn the leaf for another eventful chapter of your life.  With 365 days to relish, sublime opportunities await you in New Year 2019. All you have to do is open your arms, identify them and grab them at right time.  Let there be a perfect balance and harmony between your personal and professional life, reel and real world and virtual and personal space.  To help you thank your loved ones for being an indispensable part of your life, I  have some help for you. Here are some thoughtful new year messages and wishes that you can send on the New Year's eve and express what they mean to you. Remind your loved ones that you are thinking of them as one beautiful year gives way to another. Tell them that you are thankful for them, each day of your life.  Happy New Year 2019: Delightful year awaits! You have been there for me as a rock. I can never thank you enough for all that you have done for me. I love you the most. May you have the best year ahead

POEM 364: LOVE HURTS They told me that love makes stony hearts fluffy and makes life worth living, but they never told me that love could get so close enough,  it chokes me with expectations I cannot meet. They told me that love is life stringed on sofa notes, and music is the language of synchronized heartbeats, but they never told me that love  could break me into a thousand rhythms of blue songs on sad notes They told me that the way to love someone  is to lightly run my finger over that person's soul until I find a crack,  and then gently pour my love into that crack, but they never told me  you could pour sulphur, instead of love into the gaping void that yearned for yours It could be they'd lied to me, It could be I misheard again, It could be they intended an irony, Who takes the blame? #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 363: SMH To the secrets entombed in frozen time and the symphony of dirges we mime To the feelings we couldn't bear but consumed in bottles of beer To the ill thoughts that bloomed in hearts that are oasis of doom To many enemies groomed by actions assumed To hatred resumed by stereotypes exhumed To laughter's muffled  and wails stifled To truths we choose not to see and lies taken far too lightly To many lost to depression and the majority that cast aspersion I shake my head in shame,  and pity,  and sympathy,  #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 362: NOBODY CARES Eyes watching and ears listening Ideals capsizing and ideas conspiring Thoughts sinking and dreams drowning: Drops fallen and dusts rising Hearts broken and love forsaken Time fleeting and hopes beaten Foundations shaken and promises broken Questions asked and answers hidden Souls scared and faces masked Limbs amputated and hands hanging Poets lonely and people forgotten Cheap are the words said Costly are the price paid Walls raised and boundaries laid Faux rules made and reality faked The list goes on and on the truth we hoard and the lies we flaunt the depressed we condemn  the guiltless we blame humanity is mad Aye! Nobody cares! #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 360: AT LEAST YOU HAVE LIFE If by the end of the year you realize that you achieved just a few and gazing about, everyone made it but you be happy, at least you have life If you realize that the much energy exerted from the dawn of January compared to the little gain in the dusk of December, fall a little below average, be happy, at least you have life If of a sudden, you realize that time is ticking so fast  while the year hastens to its end and there's nothing you can change, be happy, at least you have life If after a sumptuous dream of happy endings, your tummy still rumbles in emptiness and your soul grumbles in barrenness, be happy, at least you have life Before you curl into a rumpled ball and throw up that pity party, just remember, you must become a meaningful specific  rather than a wandering generality Live! #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 359: GOD'S MY DAD while the world speeds by  sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along  and say "you have nothing left", because this hurt doesn't feel right but sunlight, you're so wrong, in my heart, I am rejoicing, how I wish your burning eyes could see the gleaned grin that saturates my heart and how joyfully, I thank God when things go wrong, because he'll make it right though this valley of bones echo the eerie plea of weary souls, there's a table prepared for me on the mountain top, I wouldn't settle for crumbs while the world speeds by  sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along, all that matters though the world may not see is that God's my dad and he's got my back #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 358: EDIYE MMI (MY BEAUTIFUL ONE) Ediye mmi  ató ke idim áwere ake duk inyang  (from the river you're flowing to the sea) emptying yourself into me like the river to the sea drawing me deeper still into the wetness of your arms Ediye mmi I am the fire and you're the candlestick I glow brighter and you're melting into me raining sizzling droplets of wax  deep down the foundation of me Ediye mmi like the rainbow colours of Nwaniba Water Fountain you rise with glee and fall with thrill on me, like tidal waves you wash me off the shore of indecision into the waiting wings of fluidly passion Ediye mmi I love the musicality in your speech, funny tingle of your accent: how you make melody when'er you call on me Ediye mmi #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!   

POEM 357: long walk to nowhere lost wars to no one lung worn by frostbites boxed by his own fears and after a long stare at shooting stars Bolade shut his aching eyes calling on dead gods like a dying priest dangling from his rope destination reached: his fears conquered in the cold hands of death #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!   

POEM 356: etched in my soul are desires  I dread to satisfy; each frown, a smile imploded grafted in my eyes are quests  I dread to chase; each blink, a tear hoarded scribbled on my palms  are songs that make my psalms; each victory, a war you dreaded. so, when darkness spreads over your sky like dust in harmattan, do not gaze around like a lost monkey in alien forests, just remember I am the dawn you rejected and those desires unmet, quests unseen psalms unsung shall ever haunt, hunt, hurt #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!   

POEM 355: NIGERIA on daily, you hurt me in ways like no one ever,  cutting me deep, right into my heart on a daily, you beat me up without lifting a hand, and, you shut me up when I cry on a daily, you crush my hope and tell the world I am a stale joke,  lazy mentally unstable and broke on a daily, you claim you're unaware,  to all the troubles you make me bear on a daily, you give me your love, just to rip it away: I am the climax of the dirty game you play I matter less, you win anyway on a daily, you treat me like trash & broken pieces- only good enough when's time to wrestle power - I, the worthless masses on a daily, you boldly look me in the eyes and feed me so many thrilling lies but soon you'd choke on every cruel word you say, for though I seem a little bit too spineless  to ever stand tall, I am no more senseless for though, in times before election, I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all, I've sharpened my ignorance with light and would expose your

POEM 354: VANITY the most impious of thoughts flooded my mind  as I bowed the head to pray for you and I blame the chilly harmattan breeze that through my window panes, sneaked in when i made to say the grace the words below was what I said: strike me as you would a match, against the surfaces of your supple skin strike me, please, not once,  but many times, until we catch fire when I was done, with my refrain I swear I heard heaven chorus 'amen' the most impious of thoughts flooded my mind  as I bowed the head to pray for you and I I feel holy still because 'tis natural this vanity, to crave #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!   

POEM 353:  I Know Why A Blind Man Smiles  if a sunlight drops into a blind man's eye will he see the light or a glowing dark? this question and more jog in my heart morn, noon, eventide he's blind and old the melody of light awakens his sightless eye like fingers running on piano keys the warmth of light caress his skin i know this because he sings along a duet of sunrise and smiles he lifts up his head into the sky bathing in that which he cannot see a smile breaks across his wrinkled face leaving cracks of unseen imaginations he mumbles words punctuated with smiles his ancient eyes that do not see star gazing into monochrome imaginations the light he seek is not for him to see so he feels it's warmth on his face and hears it's brightness  he knows the sound of dawn at heart so he sings along with a knowing smile as the sun crawls east to west seeking what is never to be that gaze into the sky not seen, the break of day and set of dawn memories of what's not seen o

POEM 352: BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS of myths and organized religion of birth and rebirth, incarnation we sip one and spit out the other, embrace stale rhymes of jingled bells and archive sweet melodies- melodies to which our forebears jiggled waists because it's Christmas? days of festivals were scratched onto cave walls, and imprinted on claypots, in those times when masquerades raise the dust of the fallen and the living with chants soul thrilling, now we are refugees in our own homes waiting for crumbs from Santa Claus because it's Christmas? how soon we forget to remember that these myths  shoved down the throats of those of old have celebrated for millennia long long before the council of Nicaea? how soon we forget what emanates from goddesses of yore  who symbolize fertility and sometimes whore,  have brought forth saviors  and modes of worship? but we must see the need to treat virtue with a sacred touch it's just another of many pagan holidays a pause to rewind int