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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Nyaga

In the bustling streets of Nairobi, stood Nyaga,
His heart like a compass, seeking love's saga.
Through twists and turns, he found a truth untold,
That some bonds, like secrets, remain tightly controlled.

As he pondered on passion, he stumbled to see,
A tale woven in walls of the embassy.
'No pictures allowed,' the sign did declare,
Much like love's delicate secrets, it was rare.

He realized then, with a bittersweet sigh,
Some romances, like visas, can't be caught by the eye.
Their essence, a puzzle, not meant to be shared,
For their sanctity thrives when veiled and ensnared.

Though he longed for the snapshots, memories to frame,
He learned of the beauty in love's hidden game.
For some connections, like embassies afar,
Thrive in the whispers, beyond the lens and the bar.

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