Indulge In Literature Art

You are all I think about, you are all I see when hanging from a threat of life's torn sheets, you are my glimpse of hope when all that seemed to be utopia comes crashing down on me, you are all I know in this mysterious scrap yard we call life, you are all that makes sense in the midst of confusion and inconvenience caused by my own selfish views of what we call love, you are my last hope at achieving happiness once again. I love you so please don't leave me, let me prove my loyalty to you. Am a selfish self absorbed asshole but if there is one thing am sure about is that I need you to complete my existance so please don't walk away, if you feel you have had enough with my stupidity and ignorance do me a favour and look back I want to see those mud pool eyes of yours for memory sake.  By Smith Khethisa (Dark Soul)

Botle boholo botle ba luti le leputsoa, ke tsohile ke thabile ke tsohile ke bohile botle bo hlollang, ke tsohile ke shebile luti le letle habo lepoqo, Mor'a Mokhachane ekaba u ne u shebileng ha u tla khetha taemane e tjena, u ne u boneng ha u tla tjaka mo.m Luti le letle khaitseli ea Letsie, lehakoe la bahale bo Moshoeshoe, u motle moroetsana u toali lichabeng, ke u ratile ke sa hlaha Ntshoana tsatsi, ke u ratile ke sale hole khaitseli ea BAKOENA, lichaba li tsotile botle ba hao li sa theoha holimo Borithane, ea qhoma ntoa ea ho u hapa wena hakoe letle, Mofumahali a ithatela ho u sireletsa oena khaitseli ea Letsie, kajeno u lokolohile joale ikonke morali oa BAKOENA lefatse le u shebile, ikonke ba bohe botle bo hlollang.Kajoeno o apere bosoeu, o apere kobo ntle kobo ea leholimo, khaba ka botle Nnoi, khaba ka lithota le lithotoana, melapo le melatsoana e theose le mafika. Khaitseli ea BAKOENA u motle ruri. By Smith Khethisa 

Tonight the stars will shine through the clouds, tonight the celestial bodies shall shine their light on Moshoeshoe's, valleys and mountains for Mohalalitoe oa lithotata le lithotanyana, Shoeshoe ea Malebo, the mountain shadows will make way for the Northern valley flower to shine, I stare in your eyes and all I see is a floral future, for it is blooming like the Valley flower you are, Khaba ka Botle Mohalalitoe oa lithotata le lithotanyana, Khaba ka Botle lehakoe la bahale Bo Malebo, khanya ea Khanyane.

Dear Daughter you are as beautiful as the rose bush in spring, dear Daughter you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, holding you in my arms when you were born felt like holding a million dollars, a beautiful day it was, like a the sun comes in the morning, you came into my life shining bright as the spring sunshine.  Smile my daughter, you are as beautiful as the morning star, you were as bright as the Southern star, dear daughter I love you, I love you as the birds love flying in the sky, I love you as the bees love making honey.  Smile for me dear Daughter, smile for me dear diamond of the maluti mountains, smile for dear daughter, dear daughter, beautiful gift from God, my blessing amoungst blessings.  Thank you God, thank you father for the great gift, thank you for the blessing of blessings, I have been blessed, I have been granted more than I could ever wish for, he has filled my cup to the brim. 

Naha ntle naha lithota le lithotanyana, naha putsoa, boputsoa ba lithaba kere lona luti le leputsoa, ke u ratile khale oena khaitseli ea bakoena, ke ratile mafika ka nyelosa ka kopana le melapo le melatsoana, ka boha mabalane ke le mafika lisiu, botle bo bokale ha ke so bo bone, kere oena khaitseli ea bakoena ha ho botle bo fetang ba hao, ke ratile perela lejoe letle oena Lesotho, ka nyelosa le likhoro, Molimo nthuse, ka theosa ka oela ka Pitseng kafumana thope li tsohelletse selibeng, ka feta Mahobong ke habile bophirimela, ke nyolohile khanyane ho khanya, morali oa Moliboea a sila lipabi ka theohela Hlotse, chee! Molimo u hlotse, u hlotse motho a Butha Bothele ruri, mahlaseli a letsatsi a fetele Mahlasela a hlapile ka lebese botle ba lehloa, Chee! U hlotse u hlotse ruri ramaseli ke lebohela Khaitseli ea bakoena. By Smith Khethisa (Dark Soul)

Contemplating in my head wheather to walk away or stay, wheather to feed my curiousity or let it starve,I might be a stranger who is a passenger in a train of momentary lapse, Walking around in circles trying to convince myself that it was just weakness manifesting inside of me, truth be told if I was to go back to that moment again I would still do it again, am deeply drawn by this raging inferno burning inside of you, it is wrong but yet I have no regrets for what I did, so don't feel used