Tariku's Droplets

My Heroes My path in this world has been blessed, By the sweet gestures of deserved 'stubbornness', That my heroes taught me out of kindness; When I met them-my heroes , The unborn day was rolling down to its close, Minutes chipping away by seconds, The sun blushing red on the horizon, Like a good bye – of a newly love stricken lad, Unable to depart the luring beautiful face of her beloved; I was yearning, With a childlike glee and stubborn simplicity, To stop the setting sun, To hold the light, To dip color from the twilight, And in seizing and releasing claim bliss of purpose; When I met them, That yearning of my heart- they empathized; With wisdom borrowed from eternity’s yard; They were sitting on the rugged face of the summit, Of a tall mountain of insight, Rooted on millennial young past, Their faces always filled with delight, And looked at me, like a seer would, And just smiled; Like souls who sto...

The Path‘upward’ and Him  W hen he fought his way up from low, He took all sorts of names: radical, rebel, Fighter for the people, to name a few; And in the desert, the wood and the mount, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  higher  -shall-break ;” And was followed, Millions did applaud. In  owe  to his words fervently wishing him - succeed . When he came up to the palace-where tyranny once been, And the day of reckoning finally dawned upon him, That D-day was in hand, tyranny gone, freedom-won; He felt mused by power and with a stammered stance, In meetings, campaigns and TV-window rants, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  lower  -shall-break.” And was followed, Millions did applaud, In  awe  to his vanity fervently wishing him –   succeeded .   ................... ...

My new Novel Eyes and Mist   

Irony of Existence ……………….. The infallible-careless eyes of nature, Saw the two of them laugh: The lion and the porcupine, In kingdom of strength of the first, And the realm of thorns of the last, With smiles sphinx-like, Fear- dominated- no bail, With mercy of its compromise, Existence lives out its ironies . ……TAE………

Eternity ?                                  Eternity is not endless; Talking of end calls for a start, And it never had a start, For a start entails a past; IT must be that moment Full with history and prospect, yet Where both converged in each other and lost In to a big NOW- A BIG MOMENT. -------------------------------------- (Tariku Abas- Etenesh)

They raised him saying They raised him saying: Take care, And be careful of your foes; When- only dolls were his intimates; They reminded him, saying: Take them , All these 'norms' and ‘NOs’ in mind, When his only rich–was his rational mind; They accused him then at last, Guilty as charged of trespass; Though the only fruits he bore Was what they in him, sow; With out a seer’s wisdom or a vision- to live for. ............................................................ (TAE)

Heaven of evils? If as they say: When one loves, Along germinates the seed of hate, And when one gains, In the heart is sown the seed of loss, I wonder where ‘heaven’ of all evils be set, If no pursuit was there for the best? -------------------- (By TAE)