The Charm of Her Presence


28Apr - The Charm of Her Presence

The Charm of Her Presence

Leave the stains of my blood,

You might want to get off,

Staring at him like that

Is going to cost you your nose;

*

Damn! She is beautiful.

And I missed what he blabbered,

Rage! Not recommended at this heated moment;

And here comes another punch like a hammer!

*

Had I gone blind?

His nose is bleeding while he stammers!

Oh, her magnificent eye’s so appreciative of you!

Hard to believe but now I kiss her.

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28th poem of NaPoWriMo 2017 series!

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Helena Mccarthy has Attitude Problem


25Apr - Helena Mccarthy has an Attitude Problem

Helena Mccarthy has an Attitude Problem

Miss Helena Mccarthy,

A poster lady

In her sweet 30s,

Often shows up in her velvety gown

At her front door in the morning 7:30

*

Miss Helena Mccarthy,

A princess alike beauty,

Looks up for something

And gets disappointed to find nothing

In the entire territory

*

Miss Helena Mccarthy,

Seemingly

A hapless victim of this society,

May want to have a reason to say ‘Hi’

But gives up as they think she’s too sexy

*

Miss Helena Mccarthy,

Who’s taught to learn four languages

Only to communicate with her diary,

Dresses up every evening for an imaginary man

Who can at least say, “Dear Ms. Mccarthy!”

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25th poem of NaPoWriMo 2017 series!

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A Letter underneath My Pillow


A Letter underneath My Pillow

It’s hard to say the exact word now
What I used to say in those days
But I must try to hear it in my mind
And spell it out for you if you forget
*
The bus stop, the mingling park
The laughter club and the rooster annoyance
I made my hardest effort
Not to feel your presence
*
But like the unstoppable political crunches
Your thought has embodied in me
And I can’t fake it as normal anymore
“You are my shadow and I am your blink
Give my empathy to the light
They are not true like you and me!”

A Muse Amused


She smiles and shines

Like the club Havana,

Awe, her looks and photogenic attitude!

You’d never say ‘Na Na’;

She rules your mind

And walks in it like Cleopatra

The music fades away in a poised moment

When she fizzes your name in her strata

You may be beguiled to follow her

And can lead discover the nuances of ‘Dhoom-Tana’*

Then after the successful chase of your dream,

You ask yourself, “Was she the reason, yeah-huh?”

She, whom you called your muse,

Answers while swiftly hugging you with extra drama,

“You and I both followed our own path,

But you never cared to join mine, but still, love yaa!”

A Filament of Philosophy


He taps on everyone’s mind

And listens to what’s inside him;

She thinks of a leaf reaching to the ground

And tries to feel the texture in it;

*

A series of filaments

Keeps emitting the source of knowledge

Both unravels the idea attached

And transcends it into a creative phase

*

At times, they both smile

While watching the old memories

He ticks the box of chocolates,

She crunches the chocolate boxes;

*

Hindrance what they often used to find

Let it strain their hearts in agony

They forgot the meaning of those interactions

And immersed their heads in the ‘being practical’ philosophy!