A Taste Of Tears
Cry Away Love
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PITY FOR BEAUTY
She sat and stared like a bride;
Stunned by her own chorus.
Her face was frozen in pride;
Like a bouquet of dried flowers.
She held it up like a prize;
That had lost its colors.
She sat,, drowned into the ages;
Her clays drifted to oceans’ recesses.
Hers' was the glory of a goddess;
Being led down to the Ganges,
To plunge her décor and Fortress;
Back to the waters’ dredges.
To have beauty is to bless;
The heart that was given.
To keep beauty is to dress;
For a day in the Sun’s garden.
But to lose beauty is to grace;
A curse passed down from Heaven.
I saw what was beauty;
In the hazel eyes that plead.
But what I felt was pity;
For the lone heart that bled.
Her face like a page was pretty;
Torn from that book I’ve never read.
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About the Book
A thought, a feeling, even this, which hangs in the air, is the most restless thing that cries out for a word to give it identity and a voice to set it free. Only then does it seek after your eyes to give it meaning.
Here are those feelings and thoughts that finally found words but refused to rest until they were sentenced. In their sincerity they seek justification, not through your voice, because they have their own, but through your ears because they sing. They make you pause and listen to their dulcet sounds that soon enough you will sing along and they become your own. They seek after your heart and expose you to those feelings whose extremes you had forgotten or simply ignored and provoke your mind to vacillate between your truths and your realities to their own, so that you pause, to question, to debate, or simply because you are sad, as they elevate you to near philosophic melancholy.
Not a single one of your emotions is spared as you oscillate between these extremes.
You have tasted your tears when you read the Eulogies to “Nelly and Evelyn”, you are intrigued when you find romance in a stone, but because of the lyrical sounds coming from ” Pristine Christine”, you are soothed to read again, so that your heart may sing and your mind is lulled to free its own Muses.
About the Author
Born in Uganda, East Africa, Moses had his formative years mostly spent away from family in Boarding Schools and later in India where he acquired his Bachelors Degree in Commerce and a Diploma in Marketing.
It is these circumstances of isolation that have molded his attitude towards life and tolerance for many situations, but most importantly sharpened his senses to perceive and his mind to retain these feelings he expresses in his writing
It was during his sojourn in India that he discovered his particular proclivity for writing Poetry, when a friend of his challenged him to observe a painting on the wall and translate it into words. The result was his first poem ever which he calls “Boudoir Drama": a clairvoyant's adoration of a woman's body in the leisurely ritual of undressing.
Later he delved into the intricacies of writing true poetry and his motifs took on many forms and inspirations, most of which come from memories of early childhood without his family around, his own philosophies about life, social injustices and many more.
Moses finally met his True love in London, who has been a source of much inspiration,emotional comfort and support.
Therefore reading this book will appear to you like a glimpse into the travails of the author, it will be a diary written like a song, it will make you cry, it will make you laugh, it will make you think and wonder, but mostly it will make you love words and poetry.