Dark
Come to think of it,
No one is beautiful in the dark
No one is an Ocean that never lacks
No eye sees its every back
No one knows all about his very self
These are what I consider dark.
Can a man live without a sin?
No no no! The answers shall sing
No man can singly bring forth a child
No man can boast of a shadow free
No scar in the dark but
To every light there is a corresponding darkness.
Care of
Nothing but obstruction in the dark
No game wins without a goal
No perfect and stainless married life
No one can be
The most beautiful and perfect at same time.
Could darkness be a curse to light?
No one factor shines forever
None; as holy as the Holy Bible
None: but if you find
Nevertheless,
That thing might be a unicorn
Never existed and
Can’t be in the dark.
Cyanide Love
Now that valentine day is yesterday
Birds on nest what happens next?
Just let it be, maybe but would it be
An error or a world without a mirror.
Everyday even yesterday
She kneels on her heels
Not praying but cleaning
The mess from dropped eggs.
Everyday she says
I love you to a lion
Feeding him directly to mouth
With her hands; bit by bit
Love skins her alive
Like deer in a lion den
She feels defenceless and weak but
This sickness is her usual fitness.
Sniffing too often
Breathing too heavily
Giddiness and headaches
Those are the symptoms: doctor says.
Today it is vertigo
She knew long ago,
Just like human and raffinose
Unbreakable in the digestive track
This unbreakable love
Has gone deep down that track
Engraved and imprinted in her
That’s all she knows.
Tomorrow’s emotion
Certainly will bring confusion,
What worse could happen
When treating flatulence by wearing a lens?
She truly perceives no oxygen
Looming in the air but something
Mistaken for love in the air called cyanide
Too late, she has inhaled all of it.
Now that valentine day is yesterday
Birds on nest what happens next?
Just let it be, maybe but would it be
An error or a world without a mirror.
Journey Of Love; My Valentine
Every distance I cover
I feel that you are the word love
Deserving dove
Butterfly kisses,
Apple shaped heart
Every distance I cover.
Online and offline
Precious time
Not sure but
My friend I choose you
Again and Again
And Again!
Bad roads, stormy clouds
Seas, Air or land
I will not give up that
That dwells in my chest
For it’s a navigator of my destiny
As I journey down the path of love
Travelling beside you
Everyday and forever
Hope we get there someday
Because I love you
More than love to a valentine’s day
Forever and always.
Joshua’s Cigarrette
Mixed with a couple of things
Joshua is one lonely ace
Who stays over the base,
Five miles away.
Smoky clouds over his base
Much for his innocent face
No cigar in-between his lips?
Then you’ve not seen any of his pace.
“Josh is a case
Stay off his shameful base”
Folks warns their kids
Who knits to his lace.
Joshua knows the significance
To every pair in Noah’s ark
Hoping love flood would quench
Every bit of flame down to ashes.
Keeping his fingers cross
Like a pistol,
In and out
The cigarette goes
Joshua takes a drag
He looks at the leaflet
“Smoker are liable to death”
With a deep breath
Shaking his head
He takes another drag
If love be so sure,
It better quench this flame.
Dear February
On the last day of January
My mail buzzed
A message alert… whose?
Written to me in bruise
Agony in every word on the subject
I did sense a solitary lifer
“Leave my calendar:”
Arrh!
What a reject;
- ‘White bandages and patches
You’ve left me torn and battered
It is high time
A dumb utters
An expression
To tell you:
How much I truly hate you’
Could it be that expensive?
…This I wondered
Like a toper
Reading aloud
The blue on blue lines
Rechecking
And soliloquizing
If it was meant for me
“Leave my calender
Dear February”,
It truly addressed:
- ‘You have been so unfair to me
If you may don’t be dismay
Close your eyes and
Hit the hay
For I’ve had your day
Celebrated in an unusual custom
Sat all night and day
Torn between you and reality
Wondering why
No cards or a drawn heart
Candies, flowers, or a mere gift
I guess I am
But
A love bird
Without a love poem.
I hate to say it, but I know
Several reasons I hate
Is that my birds no longer mate
On your fourteenth day
Yet to me you say,
“Fourteenth is your day”.
- Dear February
Why would you say
Love be shown
To me…
Only on a val day?
Why would you?
Dear February belive me
You are nothing but agony
Puncturing me like nails to tyres
My heart they call a colander
Retains nothing
But bruises bump by blunders.
In and out
Love passes me through
Battered yet
Cupid patches…
Every single one of it
Giving me a motif of colours
I have to get use to it
Leave my calender
Dear February
God saves the best
Of all,
Red’s still the colour
Guess that’s the reason
I bleed
Dear February
Who is my val this time
Let em’ come in
Love and leave.
Unintentional Existence: Life mate
Lift not a shoulder
We all in same shoes
From the oldest to newborn
Life holds us in custodial
Famous or unfamiliar
Equal we are by the air we breathe
Royal or loyal
This opportunity wasn’t ours to pick
Leader or follower
In life we are same conductor
Behind bars or total liberty
We are all fellow lifers
Saint or sinner
We are not God
But mates
In this prison called life
We are all equal
Be you rich
Be you poor
Be you “you” or be you “me”.
Unintentional Existence: A Mother’s Love
She is a mother
Her weakness gets her stronger
Like the world seven ancient wonders
Her love is the Pyramids of Egypt: one true wonder
Lasting and standing forever.
She gives words from her heart
Fuelled by the deepest candid
God blind me!
Every eye that sees
Sure knows- she is love
That never disappears
Like the rest six ancient wonder.
If your love is like hers
No one will be unable to call to mind
Not even a brain feather.
A mother’s love for a child
Is more stronger than bonds that bind.
Like elephants will smell water from far afield
Mother’s love for a child is indeed
The only love blind to ever find.
Her love is syrupy sweet
Daytime, she comforts him
Like moth that clings to lawn
Nighttime, she’s there to guide
Like groove directing movement;
She is not just a mammy,
She is the child’s impression
She’s part of the Childs’ gene
The cast in the movie “natural life “
The best thing next to him in life:
If she could she would
Deter dehydrogenase from action
For her love is an alcohol of passion
That shouldn’t be transformed
For whatsoever fashion:
On her arms she rocks her child
One more drunk she permits,
One of the ways she proves
A mother’s love is
The only love blind to ever find.