Oh Angelique
yesterday’s hubris
ached my heart
chasing too many Tennessee's.
The swirling colours of red and blue
obscure your Boutique and
midnight finery.
The night after makes
a fool of my outwards intentions
There's a barrack room discipline
ripping up my heart
Blowing hot and cold
your intentions are unbalanced
tis the fool’s tempest of false hope
My cupful is still
far from runneth over
If my muse leaves me, yet shall I love her
still; and pen songs and odes of fairest rhymes,
telling of heights uncommon and rarest climes
to woo her, for there's none else above her.
Nevertheless, woe am I because of her
great absence! Whilst the very fewest times
my lines mention her more-than-threadbarest crimes
of blowing hot and cold with me, whereof her
callousness leaves me with not a dry eye
to call my own, nor with a heart unbroken:
with this distress I feel I cannot lie,
or let my disappointment go unspoken.
Muse? O Muse! Behold me now and return,
lest my zeal for thee will no longer burn.
"The withered tree spake"
Battered and bruised - yet I stand,
firmly rooted deep down;
seasons have gone by - blowing hot and cold,
yet, I live without a frown!
Leaves go dry - they shed off and fly,
'nay me' - the firm trunk I am!
Here to stay - with a dig in the heels,
showing character none can fathom!
Ants crawl up and so do the bugs
and I do see a Pecker;
They huddle-up to nest - and some do rest,
'hey there' - 'you are a home maker'!
In time they lay - then cuddle-up on it,
'eureka', the eggs that crack;
Hairless and shrivelled - they feast on the crawlers,
also learning life's nuances and knack!
Autumn draws the Spring - covers me to the brims,
thus the change of colour;
Lived long enough - knowing change alone as constant,
I behold my crest in valour!
Every moment is new - all uncertain,
around me and in me life adrift;
I've come to terms - acceded to the norms,
that truth is never to shift!
Travails of time, has its way,
to wail and warn you from a collision head long;
May peace prevail with calm and poise,
will rightfully go back to where we all belong!
Too many years since we said hello...
Let's face it, you've been a novel I can't quite put down...
I've tried, losing the pages...
Forgetting the binds...
Hell even tried to drown...
But many pages left with words unspoken...
Inkblots of tears turned into, "What do you see?"...
It hurt to see the pages burn...
Flames blowing hot and cold...
Found the beauty in the burning of my talented words...
Tightening of lungs as smoke filled my air...
The blackness of the ash dissolving inside my charred heart.
How in the same breath
This whimsical weather is
blowing hot and cold!
Help me out, I am addicted to Love,
With lose hearted and broken wits,
Floating right and Left,
Twinkling dull and dim,
Blowing hot and Cold,
Drinking pack on pack,
Shivering soul and body,
Can you help me out, I am addictive to Love,
Insomniac sleep and coughy weep,
Turgid Eyes, murmur beat,
Roving aimless on the street,
Nothing left to tweet,
Sinking down in thousands Feet,
Heart is now drowning fleet,
Help me out, I am addictive to love,
Idiopathic pain won’t stop,
Remedy ain’t effective for heart crop,
Love is now flowing stream,
Chasing dream, fading shadows,
Save me please say me Hello.
Please Help me out, I am addicted to love.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
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