Asleep and awake,
Dream land or in reality
Hogwarts or Narnia
Day or night
In Star Trek or Star Wars
Hot weather or cold
It’s you. Just you
When I sleep
I dream of you
When I’m dreaming, it’s you
Just you.
I wake up and your thoughts sprout in my soul
I’ll be awake
And it’d still be you.
Here I am again, awake
Thinking about you.
Just you.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Secrets and hidden messages.
Pills and potions.
Mushrooms and green flowers.
Opening new world of possibilities.
The limitless imagination encountered.
Paranoia and ecstasy.
The fear of the future.
the pains from the past.
The probability of the present.
What is real?
And where does the imagination starts?
Random thoughts
And premeditated opinions
Flying high in the sky
Or swimming in a pool of sand
Walking with swagger
Or marauding aimlessly
Articulated speech
Or the ramblings of a mad man
Forgetting painful moments
Or just enjoying the amnesia
Nothing is what it is
What we are is nothing!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
To the ones that we got
Cheers
To the success achieved
Cheers
To the ones that stayed
And made us feel save
Cheers
To the ones we lost
Cheers
To the ones that were taken away
Cheers
To the ones that left
And their departure making things right
Cheers
To the ones that made us feel alive and stay with us through thick and thin. Thanks!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
You want me to forgive you?
But when I was on my knees
Pleading and crying
You shunned me
Ridiculed me
I was beneath you!
Exit Act one
Now it’s act two
I’m now okay.
And no thanks to you!
You want your way back
No I won’t.
I can’t
I shan’t forgive you
You had your chance
It’s my time now
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
She declared her love for me
And I felt compassionate
She asked me to give her my heart
But she wouldn’t believe my reply
I don’t have a heart
And I’m thinking of selling my soul
to the woman opposite my street
Yes! that woman!
The one that sells Àmàlà!
“Me or Àmàlà” she asked!
With tears in my eyes
And joy in my mind
I chose you!
My beloved Àmàlà.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe.
Why is it that we long after
Things we shouldn’t be?
Why do we seek to satisfy
unfathomable urges?
Running after destruction
Things that could cause annihilation?
The human desire for disaster
what is the reason?
A man entered a lion’s den
Knowing full well the carnivore’s habits.
A man will consume barrels of alcohol
knowing it’s dangers.
Only one answer to these questions
We aim to feel invisible
Because if not,
why would we boldly say
“what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
If you drain the blood from my body
And replace it with golden ichor
If the hemoglobin turns golden
And my blood becomes jewel
You will still flow in my heart
Your thoughts will saturate my brain
Your smile will dilate my pupils
Your beauty will detoxify my liver
And your bliss will strengthen my bones.
Golden heart or red muscle
You’d always reside in my life
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Love is meant to bring peace and tranquility
Your name is Salam
But her life with you is hell.
Your name is Sakeenah
But you made him regret being alive.
I am not Salam
And you’re not Sakeenah
But can I bring you peace?
And you tranquility?
#Salam means “peace” in Arabic and sakeenah is “tranquility”
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
All I want is Allah’s blessing
His divine Barakah
And having you beside me
Is like Jannah comes early
And every single day
I will be full of praise
Alhamdulilah
I give thanks to Allah for thee
And though your face looks stressed
With a million things on your mind
Let me make you full of smiles
And be with you through thick and thin.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
I decided to steer away from the usual poems about love, friendship and heartbreak. This is not me trying to show versatility. But I am trying to create awareness for the little things that counts. I really hope you enjoy it.
Another underrated creation of God
Is the fruit and vegetables
The importance of succulent greens
Is not limited to vitamins
You don’t have to be a botanist
To appreciate the value of carotenes
You want to see into your eighties?
Then consume lots of greens
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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