A Prostitute’s Life


A Prostitute’s Life

Her mind savours the seasonal joy
And the face burns in a daylight heat.
She seems to uncap her head
To look at the Sun’s untrimmed chest;
*
When she goes blue in the blow of her pain
And a few coins of penny can’t fill her tummy,
She goes to the endless road
To find the vultures in the store.
*
When her child cries moons and skies
And her beast friend tells all the lies
She soaks the rainbow until it’s drained
Mitigating the truth to live insane!
***

This is the 100th and final poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

This is also probably the last poem of 2018 which counts more 140 poems for this year alone.

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Just Give Up On Me


Just Give Up On Me

It ain’t so melodious,
Going with this spear,
I am a clandestine walking girl,
Not a healer, not a propeller;
Baby, you can call me naive,
Maybe a bit of a loner,
Just give up on me now,
I am no princess, dear!
*
I know you have been trying so hard,
Making me sad, mad and happy.
The pound of love I got from you,
I don’t deserve to be in the receiving;
Your red rose may gloom my beauty,
But it doesn’t define my personality.
I seem to be attracted to the hate,
And sometimes, the madness rains on me.
I know you understand all this,
Still try to accept me.
But do me favour, will you?
Just bloody give up on me!
Just give up on me,
Give up on me,
Give up on me,
Give some love to me,
Don’t you give up on me,
Don’t you give up on me,
I may need you but I want you,
Don’t you dare give up on me,
I’ll kill you,
If you give up on me!
***

This is the 99th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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Kiss For An Hour


Kiss For An Hour

There’s a red light falling
And her lips were moving,
Asked me to stop
What I was doing; – 2
*
Then she moves a little closer
And a chilled glass of beer,
She gave a big stare to me,
“Why all this pressure?”
*
All the sensations came alive.
She knew it was too much for me,
But she was in no mood to back away
On that day;
*
Now she pushed me in the corner,
Where you can’t see clear
Her hands were all over my hair,
She kissed me and didn’t stop until the next hour!
*
There’s a red light falling
And her lips were moving
Asked me to kiss now and never,
Then we kissed for an hour!
***

This is the 95th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

Read it and let me know in the comment how it was. You can read another seven (recent) poems on this blog page.

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Rain, O Rain!


Rain, O Rain!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a dip – deep blow

Why aren’t you happy?

Like the ocean waves

Flaunting on the tale of the shore,

It seems you are angry

Can’t you see how much I’ve adored you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a sip – deep blow

Why aren’t you here with me?

Like the million water drops

Galloping on the wind’s call,

It seems you’ve decided to leave

Can’t you see how much I’ve missed you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a hint – spell snow

A Walking Boy


A Lost Lyric

Day 20

A Walking Boy

I was walking in a garden

Like people cut in a second

One hundred trees;

The lane was clear

And my muse was empty

But I found there a sweet honey bee

I took her for the helping hands

But she bit me

And got her free

My mind was confused

My pain was killing

And the rain fell down like tip-tip-tee

I closed my eyes

And enjoyed the rain

But the lightening strike made me to flee

Now I was walking on a street

Like people run on a life

To become rich

My friend once said

Life is a song and we all are singer

Then why don’t you just sing with me?

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The Rain Song


The Rain Song1

Day 11

The Rain Song

Oh droplets, oh droplets!

After all, you found a way

To swing for the Greenland

Through the clouds

From the sky

You let yourself out

To cure the ailment of this Maryland

*

A musical chant

Needs to be sung

With everyone including you

For the breezy flower of Magnolia

A tangy fragrance is to be spread

And if forgot the song of this first rain

We all will sing it for you!

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