TAKEN
An apple a day,
And it took you away.
The roses never came,
So my heart faded away.
The agility of my smile got starved,
And cascaded in flashes of gloom.
So far away your heart beats,
Still so near I can feel it’s pounds.
The moments of cherish we created,
Still vivid at heart like ecstatic memories.
Nights that I woke up in the tune of our violin,
Just stars watched me dancing on my own.
Your unannounced leave grows my heart to fonder,
But you are no more.

A million times we fought at war fronts,
A million times we came out victorious.
At the snares of despair,
We breeded hope in the most seemingly impossible.
When coaxed into the chambers of rage,
The pureness of our juvenile love came aboard.
When pain shredded us into misty tenderness,
Our stability of association neutralized it with an euphoric smile.
When series of disappointments intimidated our grounds,
Our witty compassion promised a better tomorrow.
When fate seemed to sail us into the havocs of life,
Our undying faith in passion swayed us into safety harbours.
And when the violin played at fall of night,
The peace of that moment created a pool of affection.
Your unannounced leave grows my heart to fonder,
But you are no more.
Most of my days are spent,
Reminiscing on the beautiful memories we created.
As I listen to the rhythm of our violin in love,
I get rejuvenated in spirit to keep going.
As I walk through the paths of our companionship,
I see no regrets but satisfaction in time.
In my sanity of imaginations,
I can still feel the strength of your arms around my shoulders.
In the stillness of time,
I can still hear your vows of love in the depth of your voice.
In my paradigm of sages,
I still rank you the most articulate of them all.
In my womb I bore the pure gift of love,
I still wish you could see the replica of your smile on her visage.
Your unannounced leave grows my heart to fonder,
But you are no more.
Victory is not for the faint hearted,
But a beatitude to the one with a warrior’s heart.
Fate does not define our time on earth,
But just a timeline on our accounts of life.
A sailing ship does not bow down to the vigorousness of the storm,
It bears in the tide in utmost courage.
Calamities are not meant to break our bones,
But to make a backbone in the strides of our steps.
Nights of fear and brokenness,
Break into days of strength and healing.
Death does not steal from us,
It grows respect and appreciation in us.
The master of all adversaries that befell me,
And maliciously took you away.
I still love you in ways,
That only truth can carry through the sands of time.
Your unannounced leave grows my heart to fonder,
But you are no more.
Millie Omondi…
