[Poetry] The One

I saunter the streets with swagger all night;
Even give in to cockblockers without a fight;
Looking at the half-skirts is so much a delight;
But who is THE one, I don't know.

Bars and tables I don't ever skip;
They say, 'Yay sir, do you want a sip?';
And they say, 'Can't sit here, 'tis reserved for the hip';
Who's THE one meant for me, I don't know.

Skirts with hairy arms around are regular;
Skirts sitting alone on table but very rare;
I can only get a singles' table and a chair;
For if I will ever have THE one, I don't know.

Is she the 'soulmate', is she 'true love';
Will I find her online or in mangrove;
Friendzone has been my only ladylove;
Who's THE one who won't do that to me, I don't know.

Heaven knows who might be those who get to cum;
Hey still you can count on swiggy and a bottle of rum;
Will I get to enjoy such treats when I get the bum?
That's something well, I certainly don't know.

[Poetry] The Past Catches Up With You

Leaves fall in autumn, does the tree ever count its fallen leaves?
But the humans do.
You want to turn a new leaf, grow a new skin, promise to live a better life,
Yet your past catches up with you.

It is the real world, they will complain, condemn, want to be your master,
Yet you must look beyond the horizon, conquer your fear.
The sun rises every day after it sets and you have another day to live,
You choose whether to live in fear or wonder.

When flowers bloom in spring, butterflies judge a flower by its color;
Just as the humans do.
You had blood on your hands, battled your demons, you won the war,
Yet your past catches up with you.

It is an insane world, they will want to point fingers at you loud and clear,
Yet you must look beyond the horizon, conquer your fear.
The sun rises every day after it sets and you have another day to live,
You choose whether to live in fear or wonder.

Few good thoughts and a few good friends, what else is needed for satisfaction?
But we the humans do.
You had your happy castle and it crumbled, you thought you could build a new one,
Still your past catches up with you.

It is a sorry world, they will pick your past from where you have left it;
Still you must look beyond the horizon, conquer your fear.
The sun rises every day after it sets and you still have another day to live,
Your choice: whether to live in fear or wonder.

A clean state, a blank canvas is what you need to build your new future;
Let them count your past mistakes, try to paint your life with their chosen color;
Who else but only you have a say of how you must live life from now on,
The past will always try to catch up with you, yet you can still run faster.

[Poetry] Mamma, Your Boy's Down

Mamma, your boy is well,
He is calm and he's swell;
A real gift from God,
You made him, won't you take him abode?

"Doesn't he pull anyone's ears anymore?
Doesn't he push anybody down?
Do your kids still call him 'ape-eared'?
Do they still treat him as dull?

He ain't a gift, but he is my boy still,
I will take him back when I FEEL."

Mamma, your flesh and blood, so playful,
Waiting for you to get him, real sweet angel;
He is mellow now - don't you love him?
You made him, won't you take him home?

"Thought I'd have a sweet little baby.
Thought I was blessed I had him;
I wish I had got my womb scrutinized,
I wish I had not had him and gone for the kill.

I am no fool and he ain't no gift,
But he is my boy and will take him when I FEEL."

He cries - 'Mamma! Won't I get her love?'
Don't you believe in heaven above?
God blessed you with such a sweet angel,
You HAD him, you MUST take him to your domicile.

"Why such hurry? Your job's not done yet,
You said you'd keep him for forty weeks,
It's not even ten yet - why the hurry?
He is calm and sweet as angel, so what's the big deal?

I KNOW he ain't a gift, but he is my boy still,
I will take him back ONLY when I FEEL."

He pulls my boy's ears, gets his snot-nose hit in turn,
Snores badly at night, kills our sleep;
That little devil plucks every flower in my garden,
You made him, why the hell not take him to your haven?

He grabs my girl's braids as if his toys,
Swirls her round as if his play;
That hellion's plucked so much of my flowers and hair,
Mamma your boy's down, you MUST take him to your lair!

"Then your job's not done yet,
Love him, love him more, he needs you;
Ignore his little pranks and quirks,
He is angel after all, a gift from God, as you say with zeal.

I do know he ain't an angel, but he is my boy still,
Here I hang up but will sure take him back if I FEEL."

[Poetry] Exam Fever

Hello, are you thinking something?
Are you anxious?
Are you looking out of the window?
Are you suffering from the exam fever?

The proctor enters the room
Mumbling a few swear words,
You learn something new, you're excited now
More than you ever were when reading your books.

That to and fro pacing of the proctor
Makes your heart beat and thump,
Your hands move, you look at the window
But your feet tie you back to the room.

There is no use of these futile exercises
There is no use even passing one of these,
You will remain the same as you're now
Until life becomes your teacher.

When I was a child and the exam season approached
My two hands shook, as if cold,
My head ached and my heart pounded endlessly
I thought I had a fever!

When I was a child like you
I used to be immersed in a sea of books,
Now I feel I'd learned nothing back then
And I know so much more now.

I know so much more about life as I lived it
I know more than from those petty school books,
I can explain it, you will not understand
That knowledge is not to be found in your textbooks.

How can they teach you anything anyway?
By cooping you into those four walls,
When your mind is flowing out of the window
Looking out for a quick escape?

[Poetry] The New Me

Today I feel like a new me arisen from old rubble
Of all the evil and abuse I underwent;
The fast lanes of life's changed me,
I am living life anew, going through the motions

When the going got tough and tougher,
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'

The trollings, the bashings
On Twitter or Facebook;
Shake me no more,
This is the new me, I can't be bothered.

My ex-half posted pictures online
Of our most sacred intimacy;
To get even with me, or so I thought,
The person I'd loved once, can be so heartless?

When the going got tough and tougher,
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'

That spouse who never cared
That person who left me for someone new
What care did that half have for me then?
Why should I care about that half now?

I write few lines now at night
Got a new day job to do - a fight;
But I know I am happier now,
Got my old feelings back - for somebody new.

Like the old banyan trunk, mature and strong
That cannot be moved or bent;
I too have gotten thick-skinned now, my bones stronger,
You can't criticize me no more, move me to tears!

I am no more vulnerable as I was
No more I wear my emotions on my face;
Life is all about moving on, I've learned,
This is the new me - the old me is dead now.

When the going gets tough again,
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'

[Poetry] Cathy

In this world of discord and disorder;
Full of rotten souls and queer misdemeanor;
I'm walking through the mid road of aging,
You are the kind that gives me a buoyant feeling.

Old I maybe, I know you are young;
But it's your name that's always on my tongue;
The tingle I feel when you smile, touch my hair,
Is it what they call love, or an unreal affair?

I try, but can't hold back my feelings for you;
Won't you tell me how you feel? Give me a clue;
Been through so much, had lost my feelings almost;
A walking shadow, heart cold as frost.

Is my love for you a dream? But you look real;
What're these paralyzing emotions for you I feel?
You're one I can't ignore,
Can't hold back my feelings for you, no, not anymore.

Your heart is still young, world's new for you
Mine's gotten decrepit, I'm drowning in ocean blue;
O Cathy, won't you tell me? What do I do?
For I just can't get over my feelings for you.

With you I wanna spend my life, it's so true;
Even if this love be a dream, my heart is now with you;
I pledge my true devotion to you, till death do us part,
If I can't have you, will you give me back my heart?

[Poetry] What's in Your Cup?

[Please Ask Later]

I called, PAL A, 'What are you drinking tonight?'
HE said, 'Café au lait', with much delight.
He said he'd gone to her woman's,
On an invite.

I took out my bottle,
Found it empty
Ran toward the kitchen then,
To turn on the faucet and get a fill!

Called PAL B then, 'What occupies your cup tonight?'
She said, 'Shroom juice, to make myself reignite!'
She said she'd gone to her man's,
And was staying there overnight.

I wonder why not get a little of that juice,
Let myself a little loose?
But here I am, standing and thinking,
My bottle is filling still!

Called my step Pa at last, 'What's in your cup tonight?'
'Green tea son. Are ya alright?'
He hung up, without waiting for my answer,
I thought this conversation was most trite!

Checked my cabinets, there was neither tea nor coffee,
Should I ask my Pa in that other house, should I plea?
My bottle started overflowing then, saltless and tasteless sink water,
I am drinking it now, what else could there be for me?

[Poetry] Getting Rid of The Country

Someone out there,
Says the countryside is fine and fair,
But not me, I am all alone here, deeply disgruntled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
All the hate, all the frustrations, all the gall,
That I feel inside, for I prefer being lazy and settled!

The bushes, the forests NOT what I am after,
Large trees I hate to pass by, though they offer birds shelter,
Don't! I just don't wanna live here anymore, nettled!

For the buses, the chaos, the hustle bustle,
Are what attract me, love to see damsels in trouble,
Love the confusion, that's where I wanna get settled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
For have I ever been industrious, in summer or fall?
So I guess I must remain in this ****ass country all life, nestled!

Was offered a job at a mall but declined,
Was told by mom to 'WORK! EARN!' but I reclined,
Who else can I blame then, for living here, scuttled?

Peace and quiet do not belong to my taste,
But this is where my home is, where I must rest,
Or I have the choice to live on city's sidewalk, unsettled!

[Poetry] Writing For NanoWrimo

Going to write again for Nanowrimo,
For writing is my affliction.
My aim is to become an indie-author-supremo,
Am in need of some motivation.

My next could be a comedy,
Or it could be something full of action.
What would it be would it be, I know not,
All I know is I need some motivation.

It could be the next masterpiece,
Or to the enormous filth just another addition.
Doubtful that the outcome is in my hands,
But I DO know I need some motivation.

So many join it, with so much great hope,
But how many can make it ever to completion?
I would rather not be in that group o friend,
That's why I need some motivation!

So send me your attaboys now if you will,
Help me with a few words of appreciation.
For every drop in the bucket counts my friend,
The least I expect from you is some motivation!

[Poetry] Daisy

Hello Daisy,
What worries ye?
Take it easy,
Oh, let's see what is it that engages your eye!

Oh Daisy, my sweet and charming Daisy,
Black, White, Green, And...I know how choosy are ye!
Perusing all those fifty different shades, so actively?
Let's see...ah, I see you have chosen your fav as grey!

Remember those days, when I got up early to meet ya?
I admired you so much, in that polka-dotted red frock.
You'd come oh so late, chat few moments, and say 'Cya!'
Did I ever knew it hid a heart so black?

You never cared for nobody, what worry can you have now?
You, always so bejeweled, one could hardly see the skin!
How else could I be defrauded, by mind so shallow,
And thoughts so thin?

Daisy, Oh Daisy, had I not been such a fool -
Had I not been such an awful sissy,
One who was always at your beck and call -
Might have I known then, seduction is so easy-peasy!

Even if not Beautiful, even if not Unearthly,
Had I been so Dominating, so Grey,
Had I used you, and abused you, the way you did to me,
Could you O Daisy leave me then so easy?

Farewell to you o heartless witch,
Fairer maidens are they whose inner charm hold the sway!
Know ye, it takes but little to make a heart switch,
While you ponder upon your storybook wedding day, I am on my sweeter way...