Long Jiff Poems
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he orders a croissant and a latte
peeps buzzing in my ears
savour of roasted coffee beans and thick whipped cream
he stares at her like
ardent flames owing to her
'she is the only woman in the world'
he was mesmerized in her skin and scent
the only treasure trove of his life he had
in a battered leather coffer like
ransom owing to her
'she is the only woman in the world'
at eventide
each breathe every jiff
with the whiff missing twist
their tryst with destine and fire with poetry
before the reign of quarantine
i remember serving in table no.-4
(Sir! Your croissant and latte...)
The rain, from a distance,
Grey lines hinting existence,
Falling on faces of jagged risen earth,
A moment to remember; worth,
As the mist looks lovely on the mountains today.
A moment to remember, when all was still calm
When my worries were only worries,
And she didn’t skirt what could have been me writing a lamenting psalm,
As the rain looks lovely on the mountain in flurries.
Daily, second to second, moment to moment, jiffy to jiff,
The world spins on, whether you rise or fall from the cliff.
Carefully careful is not enough
In a world that demands you be “impossitough”
“The rain looks lovely” is still the right phrase, still the right stuff.
It can be lost, what is firmly in your grasp
It can be stolen, from God’s or Earth’s wrath.
It’s just a wink, a blink, a crash, a lightning bite from an asp,
Or a young kid not seeing a proper path.
Even so, the mountain looks lovely in its rain-washed bath.
Constant is worry, always poisoned by the fear,
That the one I love the most will be taken far when I need her near.
And just the threat had me in manic anxiousness, an easy place to steer,
But the mountains wouldn’t look as lovey without the mist; if they were clear.
Always always
The world is unbalanced
Wants to be upside down turned
Still we run these hallways
With muddled mid-sense
Waiting for the moment, we are finally burned,
And the scale tips
The car flips
But the mist looks lovely on the mountains today.
I looked without eyes
While I waited just a jiff at maker’s eternity gate
Back in my global village, people meet to mate
And procreate; they wake late looking for a date;
A life without hatches and matches they hate.
But here with the dead, my soul was weighed
By angels in celestial scales; they just sighed!
‘Before here, where were you?’ one flayed;
‘In the garden eating just a fruit,’ I prayed.
‘It was not a just fruit’ I was by archangel busted
‘You lusted for it and harvested hell’ his crusted
Words disgusted me; I kept quiet and adjusted
My thoughts, ‘But Sire, it was ‘cause I trusted
‘One word..’ He closed his eyes and looked.
He closed his lips and the book. I was booked.
I waited and waited. The gate in front was locked.
And I breathed again. Then without eyes I looked.
By twilight, the west breeze sings a catchy tune,
Pearl's fingers raved by stars and the roved moon.
When you're down, I'll be there to hearten your day,
If you're antsy, I'll yearn to allay your dismay and pray.
I'll shed a tear and ease your pain while we are here,
Vibes are forlornly sad, won't let you wiggle to the rear.
But here we are, wishing to drop into another place,
Let us look at the brain trap's root in clear space.
I was all I'm not in one shot—creative and attractive,
When drawing blusterous is the unique alternative.
I remember having pals, pens, paper, and a dream,
Belonging to what's not lifeless or hollow, as a team.
Live in the present and simply absorb everything in,
Yield all your focus forthwith, or sire another skin.
Don't let your mind stray to what will unfold next,
Don't misuse this chance; rather, yield your best.
We are not always urged to strain any color we see,
But to design hues and become who you aim to be.
Don't allow kismet to lead your rush through today,
Albeit, too many superb times will be thrown away.
For the one, you're with now, at this special time,
Allot them your utter care; be there and sublime.
When ready, put on a vibe and start the journey.
In concrete cracks, roses may bloom; unseat worry,
Our life's doom can be twisted in a jiff second,
Once it is waged, views and deeds are reckoned.
In just a few minutes, you may meet a friend.
Discover love, or watch a story trigger or end.
Eons are all we have, yet are costly and few,
Optional of owning it or squandering it, up to you.
Listen to my heart, look into my eyes, heal my pain,
Kiss me, let's a gambit, and abscond from here again.
Learn to rise and fall. This life is not looking at you,
Be vehement, zealous, and apt to be over your shoe.
I'm caring for you; you are the rhythm of my heart,
Your love plugs into my life, as we've never been apart.
Written: March 15, 2023
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