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Epic – Valentine’s scroll

It was a beautiful day
The streets were painted red
We sat beside a lounge
Gathering the old
And new ribbons.

We tossed them up like kites
And refreshed all past memories.
Each ribbon we held
Could sense something rekindled
We had fun during the day.

And at night we plunged ourselves to rest
But when I peered at our glued hands
The red ribbons had disappeared
I saw a scroll with lots of kisses;
“Don’t remember me only on vals day”- it says.

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.

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:

  • Verse II
    1. ‘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”.

  • Verse III
    1. 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.

    Minutes to midnight


    Minutes to midnight

     

    Minutes to midnight

    I sat alone by the dim light

    Hoping love hold me tight

    My viewpoint a flying nylon kite

    Fragile to the harsh moonlight

    I hoped to end the year by Love-side

    Network played its part

    Angels of love passed out

    My pains filled my heart

     

    Minutes to midnight

    Love pulled my underwear

    Love touched my breast

    I touched Loves’ drive-part

    I felt nowhere but habitat

    I felt Loves presence

    Love felt my warmth

    I smelt Loves perfume

    Love collapsed on me.

     

    Minutes to midnight

    I feel felt that night

    Loves phone rang out

    Network played its part

    Absence in sense of duty

    After the music stopped

    I was Val-less at Valentines Day

    I lost Love eyes.

    I wept that night

     

    Minutes to midnight

    White and black

    Love presented it to me

    I read the note,

    Slow but fast

    Cranberries and fact

    My skirt curdled

    I sat alone by the dim light

    Hoping love hold me tight

     

    Minutes to midnight

    The full moon halved

    The stars vanished

    The sun shined

    The cock crowed

    The roads folded

    A rush of blood to the head

    A rush of beat to the heart

    A rush of red to the eyes

     

    If this is the end of love

    I die a minutes to midnight.

     

     

     

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