Christmas Present

I wish for a Christmas white

It's cold but I see no snow in sight

There is no time to be mushy and polite

Let me reveal my plan devious, no feeling of contrite

Turn off those lights

He would be here soon in his red bright

He would slide down the chimney like a knight

I would grab him by the leg outright

I need my revenge this joyous night

The bearded man should not get away tonight

Let me wait, Let me sit tight

I don't mind being beaten in this pride fight

I need answer to the question forthright

Why I never got a present on christman night?

Cactus This Life

Cactus this life without you

Covered with thorns of doubt

The tears have dried

These sunken eyes speak my story aloud

Nurture me with your sweet kisses

I want to be a rose proud

Hold me and walk beside me

Don't want to be alone in this worlds crowd

Let’s run to start a new life

Under the darkness shroud

You bring your smiles

And I carry my promises and vows

Yellow Heels

You walk over me with your yellow heels

The hells biting into my flesh

You dig them hard with every step

Then you walk to the yellow couch and laze

You in black and a smirk on red lips

The blood stains the carper

And my blood tears soaks the cheeks

You still look beautiful to me

The pain sinks in and the smile surfaces

Those days flash in front

When we couldn't live apart

You couldn’t see beyond me

The life was perfect

You still my dreams

I would chase it till the last drop drains

The Missing Piece

I miss the whistling pines on a snowy evening

A bright sun the next day

The snowmen melting away

The cold winds traveling north

We huddled around fire making merry

I miss my innocence

The mud houses and toys

The fear of ghosts and endless prayer

Long fairy tales lasting into morning

I miss her

The nights spend beside her

The time together on the grass

Sweet nothing exchanges and stifled smiles

Years have slipped in her pain

Thirty Three

 

I would wait for her to call

To tell me I have turned thirty three

And still young for her

To tell me that she loves me

And can't wait to see me again

Her soft words would sooth me

And would sure draw a tear

Gently it would rolls down the cheek

And wet her picture

I would wait for the time

When she would be mine

I would miss her

When I turn thirty three

Your Magic

I though of walking away
Stumbled, bruised and torn
I had to return; back to you
Your magic is never ending
And you are a tease
But mine

Let's be together
And build a home
I hunt and your cook
We raise kids
With lions and wolves
They would grow up

The day I have to depart
Hold my hand
And sing me a song
On the porch
Hold me in your arms
I would smile while the life fades

Busy! Busy! Busy!

 

My girl is always busy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!

She sleeps light,
And when woken feels dizzy.

I call her a thousand times,
The ringing phone makes her tizzy.

My girl is always busy.

She warns me to behave,
And to stop acting like a crazy.
Nothing please her,
I should maybe try blue daisy.

My girl is always busy.
I get restless with longing;

When I see her I get a look lazy.
If I plead my case to her;
She calls it a dream delusional hazy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!
My baby is always busy.

The Greatest Love Poem

I grow fond of you each day;
You blossom like a rose.
If I had a choice, I would steal you,
And plant you in my life.
No more would my eyes long; your smell on me,
And I would be complete.

Digengagement

This cool shade beacons me on a sunny day
Giving shelter from the sun
The pain of the blisters unbearable
A little rest for the sole
Hunger and thirst wrench the stomach
The throat feels like parchment
You are the mirage
Followed I you like a lost traveler in sand
How much I need to endure to find you
The thirst, the hunger, the blisters, the sun
I can't fight anymore
Let me rest and built my abode
In this shade

She Loved A Wrong Man

She loved a wrong man
Who wanted to marry her
Who wanted to take her everywhere
Who wanted the best for her
The man who wanted her

She loved a wrong man
Who waited for her
Who heard her
Who fed her
The man who hugged her

She loved a wrong man
Who walked with her
Who listened to her
Who comforted her
The man who loved her

Last Ray Of Hope

I woke up to the noise of chirping birds
It was unusual as I am used to my alarm
Dragging myself to the window
I saw the morning sun
The night was difficult
The fiend ripped my heart out
I breathed deeply to fill my lungs
And feel alive
At distance I heard someone wail
Maybe she lost someone
While I was left to die
Let me loose myself in the pain
And catch that last ray of hope

Wind And Rain

These drops of water from the sky
Are tears of heaven on the fly
They found an escape route
And rode the southern winds for commute
Leaving the best was hard
But easy to stop the charade
They rested where the humans pray
Bringing to life the dry clay
Life is a journey long
Ride the winds of time with a song

Fringe Benefits

I plan to ride a boat into your heart
No truck no van but peddle smart
I can't get rid of this part
And without it my story would be a tart
No time to restart
Can't tear the plan apart
Your short fringe and a warm heart

Makes me cling to you like a piece of art

Your retorts and the short departs
Are the only complex part

Life Is Gold

I stand on a tall building

Disappointed with love
Taking to myself
Making promises for life
Training my mind to be happy
The wind hits me hard
Roughs up my hair
I fail to stand still
Cold iron saves me from the fall
Lesson learned, life is gold

Four Stories

Four men are blessed with a disabled child. First man builds two room at the back of his house, one for the child and another for the dog. Second man leaves the wife and the child and finds another women. Third man, doesn't count the child as his and the fourth starts a school for disabled.

Which one is you?

My Journey

Who should I run to?

I do not see anyone in sight.

I always wanted freedom,

And now I have nowhere to go.

I have no one to call my own;

Loneliness kills.

Love hurts time heals;

For now it pain.

I would walk alone,

And carry on my journey.

Happy Girl

 

I waited for her to say she loves me
The seasons passed so fast

The days turned into years
She would smile but not say a word
I would sit beside her
Listening to her giggle 

I would smile at heaven
And pray the time stops

Made her my muse
Left a tome of unread poems
Counted stars and wasted sleep
And then I lost her to time

A Stationary Life

The summer breeze kisses him lightly

Telling him the story of her long travel

Through the deep valley and mountain high

Of the kings and the great beauties

Of the wise-men and the wasted

He replies, I have a happy home to hung to

A little one to tug at me and wipe his nose

And then their is you to put some life in me
I would be like you one day
And my soul would fly
I would be free while they weep
And would run past the horizon of sight
Till then keep bringing me news my friend

Lilac

Life broke me each day
Burned deep hole
Like cigarette butt into velvet
She stood by me
Like a shadow
Didn't let me fall
Cheered me up
We lived a good life together
And now she is leaving me
She send me out to get flowers
Only time she asked for something
I came back with lilac
She smiled and hugged them
"I couldn't have been happy with anyone but you"
She left me but happy

River of Dreams

River of dreams flow through my head

Inviting me to take a ride

A promise to deliver me to a beautiful land

Where I might find a nubile bride

I laughed at the suggestion

"I am an old boy", turn the dream off

I was not heard

There I was in a bride shop

I was a lucky man

Embarrassed, I walked to the first beauty

She said, ‘Boy, you hungry for more’

I replied, ‘the dream did the duty’

She said, ‘I would walk with you

Give me a promise.

Forget me when the dream is dead.

And don't ever be a doubting Thomas.’

I woke up light headed

Found myself on the bar floor

Dirt shirt and alcohol breathe

‘WE CLOSED’ hanging on the door

YOU

Your spirit pure and free
You shower happiness like monsoon
More humane than most
You mock the immortals
Each step lightly placed
You walk like a princess
The soft curls in you dark black hair
bounce at each step leaving me breathless
Your soft rosy lips
I wish I could kiss them always
Face so beautiful
Leaving me sleepless in the night
And restless for life

Crazy

I weaved some dreams crazy

Shed tears of sadness

Sleepless night spent

While the toad croaked and the drums played

Long dark nights endured

Just to see her morning smile

It could be done only for her

I hold this beautiful red stone heart

Symbol of pure love and friendship

Wishing if I could go back

And relive those days

The days that started with her smile

And ended with me falling asleep beside her

Her faint smile and hearty laughter

She shared in abundance leaving me rich

Slippers floating in air and the piano's tune

Happy making of a different kind

If I could ask God for one thing

I would ask for a million Her

Piano Girl

I woke up to the sweet sounds of piano,
In the middle of a beautiful dream.

In a strange hotel with crazy Nelly and Kelly,
It was a beautiful evening scene.

On the corner seat,
Sat they with Lemon tea and coffee cream.

Schemed to Bill it to room 320,
And sneak out in full steam.

Then she walks to the piano,
And plays the beautiful sad theme.
I watch mesmerized;
Bowing to her happy regime.
A joyous taxi ride back to the hotel;
A happy evening well spent on smiles and per diem.

Home Is Good

Crumpled papers with coffee stains
Loud music to kill the ear
Dreams floating about
A restless mind
Heartbroken and lovesick
Clueless about future
Searching for answers
Tired of the old world
Walks out of house
Frees himself of the strings
Years later he returns
To find the old eyes waiting
Wise he became
Patience he gained
The thirst quenched
Lives meaning understood
On his door hangs 'Home Is Good'

Jasmine

The gust of wind breaks the old window
The jasmine smelling air fill up the space
My dinky little pad get a new lease of life
The birds coo in the deep woods
The soft music wafts with the jasmine
My aching soul breath fine last moments

Sweet Dream

 

Mysterious She
I spend sleepless nights for her
Building dreams
And she ignores me

She wants me to wait
That's how she tortures me
In my dreams also
She is late

I wake up in the night
Feeling the sweet taste of her kiss
It's definately not a dream
I see her by my side

Wishes

 

I wish I earn a little more;
And a big car I drove.
I wish I have an army of help;
And spend time eating and belch.
I wish I live in a palace;
And spend time in its maze like Alice.
I wish I was Brad Pitt;
And could have every chick submit.
I wish I could fly;
And touch the sky.
I wish I could stop wishing;.
And enjoy my life living.

I wish I am never born again;
I hate this lives strains.

Happiness - Pie and Ice Cream

 Smiles and happy talk extreme

Shadows of bad time still beams

Lets build a team

Happiness be our theme

Time to redeem

To stop the sad streams

Life gleams

Switch we to a beautiful regime

Stand tall with self esteem

And celebrate with a pie and ice cream

Ahh! another day lost to dreams

A lover's dream

With the night fall the birds fly;

To rest in their nest under the open sky.

I tread home on tired legs;

No one to share my story bags.

Lonely are my days,

And the nights, black and grey.

I long to be in your soft arms;

Give me those rosy lips with glossy balm.

The more I try to forget you;

The deeper I fall in love with you.

Make my life bright;

Fall in love with me for a night.

Mad Planet - Happiness

Lets sing a happy song;
And pretend to be mad all day long.
This happy song is all wrong;
Who said that? hey you there in sarong,
Scoot! here you do not belong.
I see a space ship with a peroxide blond;
I hope she doesn't get off wearing a thong,
On mad planet, it would be so wrong.
The happy song can't then go on,
I have waited to sing it lifelong.
Don't prolong, sing the bloody happy song;
Damn the song.
Lets rather watch Jen's flick with popcorns;
The flick has Jackie from Hongkong.
Send him back to where he belongs.
The mad planet is not mentally stong;
Nobody here wants to sing a happy song.
So long...

Time Song

 

The dry leave of autumn
Discarded, it run free with the wind
The sorrow all forgotten
In a foreign land it lands
Rest on a high rock
Untouched it stay
Till the winter blankets it with snow
It rest in peace

And dissolves with the new spring sun

Bids it goodbye and add a layer to our existence

My Valentine

Thousand reasons to love you

Never my heart slows

Beat it fast when I see you

Dies it a bit when you go

I pluck the starry diamonds for you

And stare deep into your black eyes

Night seems never to end

By morning this dream would fade

I would wait for the time

When the night would run like a train

A few moments of love

And the sweet memories forever

The Moment Of Lie

Would you agree with me if I tell you that you are the biggest liar. Ahem... It did make you uncomfortable or rather your stream of dirty filthy sloppy thoughts stop (don't lie) and display the vignette of the glorious moments of lies and your works.

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I can't stand a liar (and loath the ultimate lousy compulsive liar) and I would rather have the looser a mile away than have him stand in front of me. But sometimes we don't have a choice, the earth has these vermin everywhere eating away the good old trust and infesting the pristine world with malicious deeds.
 
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So, there are two types of men; one who lie and the others who listen to the lies.


I have a confession to me; even I am a liar.

MANEATER

She breezed into the room

Lights brighten for a moment

Let us salute the godess

Before she sentence us to doom

She would ask for your heart

Be sure you can bear the pain

It would be torn and broken

Before she departs

Don't be beguiled by her sweet talk

She means nothing

She is a maneater

She loves to stalk

I am besotted and entangled

No hope or pray

I smell her perfume

As the love is flayed