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To a friend

 

quite a difficult task

ive been given

n yet i strive

to please a spl frnd

n so he says to tell all things untrue

to make him happy

tats all i can do

n so i tink of wat i can say

but truth be said

i’m lyin if i say

he’s a very ordinary guy

for i have not met one lyk him so far…

People misjudge as attitude

The silence he wears as a mask

Till he rips it off

N u cant help but wonder

if it was the same person

All that show of being tough

Doesnt hide his sensitive heart

That hurts over a tear shed

He has all the girls swooning over him

Or so he says…:)

All the crazy lines he tells

Brings a smile on anyone’s face

Someone you can tell anything to

And trust him to be there for you

Quite a poet with a flair for languages

He loves to eat chicken

And enjoys calling my friend hyderabadi chicken

He adores his little niece

And spoils her as much as he scolds her

The brat of the house

But the well loved last son

The ace snooker player of Salem

He has many titles

But schizo is the one he loves 😉

I Can go on n on

But that’s it for now

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The lighter side-Thursday Rally-Week 33

This poem was written for my friend who was feeling low to cheer her up…its for  fun….so if someone reading this is offended, I’m really sorry. its not my intention to hurt anyone…

For the others enjoy and did I miss something????

Men…they live amongst us

The creepy guy

Who lives down the block

The night show host

Who just loves to talk

The punk with the funky ‘do’

The cool jock

You want to hang on to

The uber smart nerd

Who’ll just blow your mind

The secret crush

You seek at the corner of your eye

The entertainer

Who tickles your funny bone

The incredibly shy

The one with the wandering eye

The fiery volcano

You’d better run for the roof

The vengeful kind

Who you’d better beware

The egoistic jerk

What more is to say

The boy next door

The one you think you know

The charming thief

Who’ll make you swoon

To his honeyed tones

The super sweet guy

Who you shouldn’t let go

The silent and strong hunk

For whom you go to movies for

And then the Zen

Just around the bend

Oh these men

What would we do with

And without them!!!

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Treasure….

This is my post for one-shot wednesday…hosted by Pete Marshall this week…

sorry this poem is kind of long…but hope you  like it…


Treasure

The first time I held you

In the crook of my arm

My little pink bundle

You let out a yawn

And I thought you were

The prettiest baby there was

When you were toothing

You would chew my chain

And sleep with your head on my shoulder

When you could crawl

You looked up at your dad

And trailed him everywhere

When you came down with a fever

You would cry and scream for me

To stay by your side till you sleep

I can picture your warm brown eyes

And your sunny summer frock

As you look guiltily up at me

Covered from head to toe in mud

I think of your pigtails swinging

As you chase the butterflies

And I smile thro’ the kitchen window

As you laugh and dance around

You turn at the school gates

And looked worriedly at me

I smile and wave you on

When in my heart

I’m as worried as you are

I soothe you thro your tears

When your heart is broken

for the very first time

I wished that I could hit

The boy who had hurt my child

I wipe a tear and clap so hard

As you hold your degree high

Smiling widely in your graduation robes

One day after work,

You stand at the kitchen door

I know there is something

You’d like to tell Dad and me

The doorbell rings

And a tall handsome man enters

If we would agree, this is my groom

You say…I glance apprehensively at your father

Then I look into your man’s eyes

I see his love for you shining there

And then I hug you and smile thro’ my tears

My baby is all grown up

4 years later

My baby chases her own little one

And I look back to the day

To see a child with flying pigtails

And one day

When I grow old and die

You would cry by my graveside

But here I am

Standing by yours

My arms feel so empty

And my heart is so heavy

As I think of what could have been

And I give you up

A day after you were born

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Game of Life

Its a crazy funny world
Where people put others in pain
for them to stay sane
So you’ve got to stay
Always one step
ahead of the game…
Laugh all you want
Cry till you’re free
Dream till you can’t sleep…
Live for the simplest of things
pushing all your expectations away
But live life for you
and no one else
Chuck away a friend who dumped you
mourn and find another…
There’s nothing more special
than this moment now…
If someone tries to push you around
smile and grow roots
far into the ground
You are stronger than you look
Love like you’ve never loved before
Don’t be afraid of being hurt
Its all part of being Human
All part of the game called Life


This one is for Jingle’s Thursday Rally 🙂

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Legion


He looks so white and pure
But as the moonlight
Shines down
Bathing him in its light
The white washes away
And he stands tall
A legion of the dark
Black wings like a raven
Flutter unfurled in the breeze
As he dives to the ground
They run
Who cant stay straight
For want of a spine


This one is for Undead poets

Nope…havent seen the movie…just saw the poster….

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Leprechaun

He hops in glee on tiny toes

The wind hoping to carry him offshore

He dances in and out

Slippery in the catchers hands

His ginger beard tickles his tummy

As he claps his hand

And clicks his heels in glee

His shrewd green eyes gleam

As he behold the safety

Of his pot of gold

The leprechaun

With his pointed hat

And grass green clothes

A walking legend under the rainbow


my contribution for Poets United

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Swirling Sands

The sand swirling around

stretches for miles

the heat beating mercilessly down

with no relief in sight

Little bits of green

Struggle to poke thro’ the ground

A lonely snake

Swims across the sands

As a tribe of Bedouin

Travel proudly by

When night falls

The critters start their melody

As the cold winds silently creeps by

The brilliant moon suspended

In the clear sky

Throws light upon

the arid beauty of the desert

Lying uncovered and vast


this is my contribution for One Shot Wednesday, hosted by Adam Dustus this week!

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