if i am already in your sink
Why won't you then,let me drink?
My heart is rusted
My life is dusted
If someday i cry in the pain
How could you stop the rain?
My heart is jammed
My life is lammed
If one day i will be dead
Would your tears then become red?
My heart is boiled
My life is spoiled
If ever i say,you are mine
Would you then, steal me from the time
My heart is hacked
My life is sacked
If someday,my scars i were to show
Would you then burn,from head to toe?
My heart is broken
My life is wroken
If some day i will be in grave
would you then behave the same brave?
My heart is choked
My life is soaked
© Muhammad Aamir khan
Categories:
lammed, abuse, allusion, america, anti
Form: Rhyme
An innate spring of life the spirit
spurs fain
The happy veins when you see these
faces.
A love that tramples any storm. Life
is
A cheap offering just for these
offsprings.
Such pull puts the brain on a thin
thread. Blurs
What's right and meekly thrust the
most wrong turn.
It makes men make moves to see
them unscathed
Not aware the right wound is all it
takes.
Most times we fear what the world
might do them.
Not noticing we could be their worst
friends.
So we keep them from the ledge with
lies true
Only to be stung at the end by much
good.
The fragile hands will get fried, we
retort.
Turning then to fresh toys that can
wash plate.
We then blame and expect them to
game what they
Were not taught. Forgetting we are at
fault.
This dainty love has thorns; lammed
if we try
To sit on our hands. They should
reap their seeds.
See life as a bed of both pines and
mines.
Then can we arrests regrets ere it
gets dim.
Categories:
lammed, children
Form: Quatrain
Blended with fragrances
And the joyful carols,
The con games of children
Looking for gifts full of fun.
Kris Kringle’s cock-and-bull
Make them rosy and lull.
Adorned houses with odorous candles
Christmas tree ornamented with red ribbons and jingles
Marzipans fruitcakes and roasted chickens
Caramel cookies and plenteous chocolates,
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Buoy up Wine and Champagne glasses.
Family gatherings and paisanos schmooze,
Couples moonlit winter-warmth savor
And the striplings night lammed booze,
Queued brewpubs and bopping discos –
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Few ill-famed shmoes.
The Dance of the December Souls
Flageolet till New Year’s Eve,
The night at mid, lightened
By the skyrockets –
Gilding the lily with
Full-of-the-moon brightened.
Blended with resolutions and
Hugs and kisses,
Greetings followed
By myriad of wishes.
Clock ticked with few yesterday’s memories
Tears backed up by today’s beginning.
Categories:
lammed, happiness, socialdance, night, dance,
Form: Carpe Diem