Tariku's Droplets

That “Someone” that “Something” that “Somewhere” (Tariku Abas Etenesh) How poetic or rather decadent could it sound to assume someone who, intentionally and with feel of no remorse had done you the worst of heinous wrongs in your life, to suddenly show up at your home; and do so with the expectation of graciousness from you for all the ills he has done you? What would you do? Well, let me tell you of such a real story that just happened this week.( January 2013)    That ‘someone’ knocked at the door; and it was opened by the owner. “What can I do for you, dear brother?” the owner asked. “Do you remember the ills I caused you some years ago and kept inflicting hence?” that ‘someone’ said with malicious grace.  “Yes” the owner said. “I am back with confidence to tell you, lest you forget, that I have no regret for what I have done to you, and I shall promise to keep throwing the ills at you.” “Sure you know the ills you caus...

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)