Falling Out

For me the days are falling out of the basket
While other people gather days in more baskets
It is scary that one day, because I have run out of days
This basket would lie empty, and I would need to give it
To someone who would put it to better use.

I look up to see everyone around me looking forward to tomorrow
While I look away as I already know what to expect
The days are falling out of this basket and when it is empty
I will have no choice but to lay it down
This is a plea to whoever finds it, please put it to better use.

The Question

I wonder

Has love

Found me?

Or

Is this the wind?

Sometimes (Heaven Seems Faraway)

Sometimes all I want to do

Is run inside and hide

behind the veils of music

Or beneath the bedsheets

In the deathlike solace of sleep

Guilty

Go ahead,

Slap me again

I’ll take one,

One

For every day I’ve lived

If in anyway it eases your pain.

Plunge your fingers in my eyes

Those eyes,

Always in search

And always finding,

Finding what  it never lost

Slap me again,

I can only stay still,

Take it humbly

Looking Like I always look-

Guilty!

I open my mouth

To speak

But,

Empty words burst forth

What is there to say?

In defence?

My plate is empty,

I’ve said it all.

Not when when like grains on a cob

I always bring you

A beehive,

I bring you,

A bear clan robbed of a cub

Time and again.

As the grains on a cob,

Cobs in a field of corn.

I wonder,

Can I ever change?

Tolu Akinyemi copyright 2011