30 YEARS_POEM

Such a long time ago and yet to memory it feels like yesterday

With extreme efforts bodies were concealed, for their stories to never be told

And yet it seems we can’t help but dig in the present

Our united front sings that there is still more to find

To each other, we whisper of those faces that left us too soon

For in a hundred days each household lost a next of kin

As young ones we wonder why our elders sweat to fight a war that ended

For our eyes never saw the bloodshed

For a handshake is just cordial

And yet in our folktales we are told that the mind can never be won over

That our battle is to change the narrative

To be brutal in stamping the truth

For our fathers saw

And spent a lifetime telling

We got told that our differences should pit us against each other

And we forgot our genesis that told of a great Rwanda

Such a price to pay even to those born after

As the journey unfolds, we witness the mend

Of the forgiveness we extended

And heroism of those that can hit back and still choose to pat a shoulder

To look at each other like old friends, for we could never win as foes

To this day we are still unearthing graves that could never be marked

And with final peace we give them, there comes a certainty that we triumphed

Our history was tainted, and yet we became painters of a vision of joy

There is still hurt of what could have been, and wounds of what could never be reversed

But we thrive to let go of a past that should never repeated

To fight for a future that will echo

BY UBB

LIFE (Better's POV), A Poem

What do I want to be?

What should I be?

The race of life suffocates me,

Telling me that I’m wearing mismatched shoes.

And yet, as I walk down the lane of my choice,

I wonder, did I choose right?

Is what I want what I need?

I call in the dark for some shade of light,

To that ancient potter; if I’m shaped right?

Is questioning myself meaning that I was wrong?

Or that being right means to hit some curb?

My breath of everyday has become a conflict of interest

What should I do with this thing called life?

Driving through to only see those red lights.

Is there a right way to live?

Is it to be rich, poor or just dead?

Is there truly wisdom for that mystery?

Throughout history we walk to fit in somebody else’s shoes

To walk down the aisle of one who lived before you;

To just marry their vision and become one with their regret!

Is that the whole sum of who we are?  

 _UBB_

Let him come to you (POEM)

Let him learn to Understand you

Let him know when you are sad even when all he can see is your smile

Let him learn to see the confidence in the stride of your hips

Let him grow to unfold what lead to such a broken woman

Let him come the extra mile for all you’ve ever known never came to you

Let him come to you; so, you will know that you’re worth the wait

Let him do all of what you think ain’t for you

Let him buy you those roses; for just the moment to be yours

Let him hold your hand; so that you can know that touch was never meant to hurt

Let him court you, that every steps breaks that great wall

Let him come to you and above all stay put. Know how it feels to be won over

Let him see you, for your standards were never for an invisible woman

Let him appreciate what you’ve achieved and fought to become. Just let him.

Let him utter your name like no one else does

Let him carry you; just so, you could see that none of what carried will ever be as heavy again

Let him make you laugh, just so you could hear that different tune for just this once

Let him wonder about you, for you to know that space and time are not the only infinite entities.

Let him call you beautiful; Just so, you can finally love those flaws

Let him, dear, for its healing you. Not to make him God, but to make him a partner

And that is all you ever simply needed.