Incarnate

She is...
A powdery cloud kissing,
The snow-dusted mountain tip.
Serene as the glow,
Of a brilliant Moon.

A museum of wonder;
Tales of primeval days,
Echoing in the voice,
Of the Earth's soul.

An antediluvian melody,
With the power to affix,
The stars in their place,
A destiny divine.

A moment replete,
With a symphony of colour,
And transcendence, the thief...
Of my fragile gaze.

The purity from which,
Love is woven.
She is everything complete.
She is beauty incarnate.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (24 January 2018)

Bread is broken

Bread is broken.
Kind words are spoken.
The wine is sweet,
As smiles and whit.
No one foresees it;
A heart will be broken.

They drink in cheer.
The time is near,
And one is sad.
They break the bread,
They break instead
The heart of their brethren.

They come and take you,
Mock and beat you.
The ones who followed,
Your own beloved.
A truth of life, one is betrayed
By those whom trust a given.

Tichakunda Michael Majena (2010)

In the Stillness

Many a time,
In the dead of the dark,
When silence cloaks the night,
I think about you.

Gentle drops
Of memories
Stir the surface
In the stillness of my heart.

In the middle of the black
You are dancing around me,
I stretch my hand to you,
But I can never grasp you,
I want to be where you are.

Will I heal ever?
Do I want to ever?
They say time is the cure.
But I don't ever want
To forget you.

Is that why?
I stay up at night?
To keep you company?
In this dark eternity?

What can I do?
For you to see me?
Do you see me?
I want to see you.

Some days I wake up
And all I want
Is to talk to you.

I'm blind to all I see.
The stars do not catch my eye.
The sun does not warm my skin.
The world is not enough without you.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2018)

Young Sun

A light
Bursting through the seams
Of his heart,
Bright and billowing beams
That he shut,
Tight behind the locks
Of his dread,
Deep within the pity
of his self.

A glow
Seeping through the cloak
Of his soul,
Whispering and mocking
The foul
With a dance and a twinkle
Of stories caught in the stars
Like dust in the light.

A ray,
Gentle yet ferocious,
Giving light as it scorches,
Warm and kind as it watches,
Humankind is in awe;
In the cradle of his soul,
A young sun is born!

Tichakunda Michael Majena (2017)

Flaming Sword

Flaming sword through my bosom
What choice do I have?
Come trample on my blossoms
And the sapling that I crave.
My heart of porcelain
Is embroidered with cracks,
My hope lies bleeding, slain,
Lost, I'm tracing my tracks.
All the music tastes sour,
All food is in discord,
With every passing hour
I'm growing weary with the load.
But however sharp you be
You wont tear my soul.
My only sanity.
Flaming sword through my bosom.

Tichakunda Michael Majena (2011)