Tuesday, 25 December 2018

Christmas

Mademoiselle marmalade,
Soaking sun in the crisp shade ,
Through the seasons she wade,
In time to see Santa's cavalcade.

Rudolph Comet Cupid and others leading the way,
On the snow riding a sleigh,
A truckload of gifts,
One for the postmaster's son one for whose father cleans lifts ,
He enters through the chimney,
In the hanging stockings keeping books Iron Man and Barbie,
Silently he leaves, for another house,
He enters one where on the doorway is stuck a Mickey Mouse,
While leaving after dropping another gift in the stockings he admires the Christmas trees,
In the cold he is careful not to sneeze,
He is old; He is youthful,
Coming with gifts; making children joyful, 
Soon it is 25th, It is Christmas,
He leaves for North Pole;  leaving behind people celebrating Jesus.

Friday, 7 December 2018

Unconditional

Crystals shatter,
I don't matter,
To you,
Then why do I continue to love you?
I am foolish,
I am dumb,
But when I see you, my feet go numb,
I want that one moment of affection,
One hug,
One peck on each cheek....

Now I am getting weak,
I can't stop loving you,
Despite knowing you would never...

Tuesday, 2 October 2018

The last performance

A cluster of clapping clowns welcome him,
He climbs up those stairs with charming wit, he often showed in his time,
Then three straight steps,
And sitting on the silver chair 
A deep silence follows,
'I haven't been paid!
Not have I been brainwashed,
But still I shall do this, '
His hands reveal his motive,
The suit open,
The pin is flicked,
Three two one.....
.............................
What follows is deathly silence.

Monday, 1 October 2018

Alliterations! Anybody!

Crescent shaped chirrups by the crafty crow,
Slow  go slow, you slouching sloth bear,  slow,
Somewhere,  shoelaces untie,  shouting for frenetic freedom,
And in between my pen flows like a flower in this flickering piece of flamboyant paper.

Thursday, 20 September 2018

April

It was late April,
I was walking,
The leaves had turned yellow,
As I passed by,
I saw her,
I felt my lips slowly touching hers,
But stopped myself,
Feeling a little shy,
I offered her my lipstick,
Her lips were very dry....

Wednesday, 19 September 2018

Murder

Kill the lover,
At the stopover,
Forever,
In the night sky,
Do I see you,
You weren't faithful,
I cried a bucketful,
You beat me with belts,
Not a place without a scar,
Painted me with your knuckles,
Do you hear,
I killed you unabashedly,
Dropping a single tear,
Among stars are you,
Would be you, I knew,
But my heart is'nt paining,
With a guilt I don't feel ,
If you had to betray,
You ought to have your pay.

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Walk away,

I shall walk away
I shall walk away
Never, To turn back,
I shall come ,
I shall forget how we loved each other,
How we walked together,
I lost you,
You lost me,
There's the new...., 
Shhhh,
Stop,
Walk away,
Let the tears flow,
Let them dry away,
Walk away,
Walk away.

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

Misfire

Shall I shoot,
Or shouldn't I,
I'm being paid enough to last a lifetime,
But also the guilt of taking a life,
A baggage too heavy to carry,
But right now I am penniless,
But if I shoot,
Two children three and eight lose a  father 
A young wife a husband,
Who did nothing wrong,
But yet my dreams,
A life of little to a bungalow of my own,
Ten limousines and other fancy cars and bikes,
But yet and again their dreams,
A good education and a bright career ahead,
His innocence should not be punished,
No I drop my gun,
A life taken,
Who am I to take it?

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Gift

Gift
I entered the store,
Asking for a teddy,
Pink! she would never like them,
No fluorescent ones,
I entered a book store,
Thrillers and romances,
Never,
Chinese fantasy,
One was there,
But too old,
Not for a gift I thought,
Nevertheless I went out,
She didn't like gadgets at all,
Very choosy,
Wait I remembered what she wanted,
My feelings is all she wanted,
A touch of my heart,
Same thing from the bottom of my heart,
She wanted,
A poem is all she wanted,
No teddy no book nothing would convey my feelings like that,
She is the best woman in the world my Miranda,
You is she,
You.


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