Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif

A hand came for mine Resistance faded away. Has a hand ever caressed your body The most sensitive parts of it   Like electricity, she sent sparks down my spine Her caressing, a gentle release of electric shocks I returned the favour, ten folds   Bodies slumped like emptied sucks Only this time, with brains The heart kicks in Racing the mind   A salivating throat Thirsty lips A gaping mouth A receptive space And a stiff stick*   Peel Unpeel   TO BE CONTINUED .......                  Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif                  ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com

Flowery, but deadly Some, just a phase Others, it’s a façade It could be fake Or fact   Either way, no blames We aren’t that different We are all flamy* Who doesn’t hide the ugly Who doesn’t show the not ugly   Forgive his half truths He wishes to tell you more But the world is not accustomed To accommodating the ugly And guess what, you’re his world                 Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif                 ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com

And for a minute I thought you were available for a talk To shoulder But when I dialed your number I felt numbed   The newest of similar occurrences When I feel edgy I miss your prodding But I have to prove Myself now Only, not to you But to me   No, I’m not heartbroken Only, I’m heartbroken Smiles...                    Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif                     ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com    

H eart in hand A brain fixated on one thing   The holder unzipped And it all came down Revealing what beholds the eye   A first timer My eyes fell to the ground Look up, she said, softly   It wouldn’t be fun if forced Either way, it’s your choice Your moment is now   In the back of my mind, Thoughts began to fill up space What if the moment passes If I snooze, I loose I froze   With eyes that longed for something Wet like winter flowers Shedding its leaves In ways that leave spring unappreciated Two steps forward  A shifty movement A hand came for mine Resistance faded away.   To Be Continued …….               Yussif Ahmed IBN Yussif                ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com

  Over the years, I have seen Godly acts in my life Sometimes I wonder what it is Is it God manifesting his goodness through the human hand? Or God just created human beings to extend a hand When others need it most So, I wonder all the time The sharp contrast between human cruelty and generosity The ones who think themselves created in the image of God And the ones who think themselves servants of God Yet never help their neighbour Why? Is your resemblance of God only physical? Or is your service to God only spiritual? God is generous, faithful, productive, loving, caring He is not cruel, high-handed, selfish, wicked, etc Why so much vice in society? Yes, we were created fallible  But, isn’t that the biggest excuse to be evil?

Like the broom, Death sweeps  In bunches and singles Like the next rubbish, You could be the next sweep Doesn’t it occur to you That your creator is also the creator of all things And He tasked you to take charge Not to lord And yet, you turn up a lord Even over your fellow humans Human beings are of two kinds We are either brothers/sisters in religion Or equals in humanity Death is the next second But life is now; this second So live  Before you are swept away                  YUSSIF AHMED IBN YUSSIF                   ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com

 I trembled But I assembled And then I pretended  Honestly, I don’t know what to write to you I hadn’t felt before, how I felt when I first spoke to you That morning, even jokingly, Your kind and loving words sent chills down my spine Once upon a time, I loved someone  But it never materialized So, technically, I am still a novice at love. So, for you to speak to me that way, Gave me an idea of what love could be. Or am I wrong? You’re generous with words Flavored with swords Enough to wound an ailing heart Or cure it, sorts I told Ruth  Of how you roughed me “Anything you need, I am always there for you.” That’s what you said And even as a joke, It brought tears to my eyes. I light up, every time I see your call You are an embodiment of what love could be Sprouting like an endless spring Meandering through blistered hearts Inspiring spears To piece together for peace Love is beautiful, MAYBE Friday, March 5, 2021 1:11 AM.