Hubba hubba Honeys
went on a cruise.
Hubbba hubba Honeys
got all the moves.
Hubba hubba Honey
Who was I to refuse.
And the whole Damn scandal
Made the headline news. OOOOWW.
Hubba hubba Honeys
give mere a rush.
And when were together
We get that crush.
Hubba hubba Honeys
Are the sweetest stuff.
Because I'd rather be lucky
than to call it love. OOOOWW
So ridiculous.
Carrying the heaviness of Earth inside heart
Oh!!! God why this human race is so harsh?
Birds dying, nature crying
But the humans are flying
Is this a development?
Where every single minute one of the pillar of humanity is devastating
Selflessness converting into selfishness
Empathy converting into apathy
Can't this world be again evolutionised?
Can't we erase this so called development and growing memory from people's mind?
What would be the fate of beauty of Nature?
Will it fade? Will it be destroyed?
What would be the future,will there not be any trees ,flowers greenary present?
Will this whole world would be mere a giant terrible structure of buildings???
No one can feel the pain of a molested female
She cries from her soul
She is alive from her body,but her uniqueness, her authenticity, her desires get annihilated
She gets besieged by the allegations of society,
Ultimately she is rewarded by the tag of "Culprit"
And harassed mentally to the point where she decides to quit by suiciding
Is a female, mere a material for the men to fulfill there so called sexual cruelty, to show there masculinity
Whenever she is raped
It shatters all her dream and independence to fly high..
And all her grief is mere a joke for the so called"MALES" who has dilema of being a god of a female??
Letting Go
There were doubts,yes there were fears,
There were bouts of hurt and tears.
You weren't mere a passing cloud
You were more than a blessing rain.
Rainbows are mischievous,so were you
Rare colors! I thought; but dubious were you.
Letting go is not easy for me love
Not easy to behold this pain and leave.
Away you fly ,your mean shadow trail behind
In search of new green meadows ,leaving me blind.
Now that I ponder,my thoughts make me wonder
Wow!did we have a love that would surrender??
Or were we mere carnal hues of lavender
Born to be tender ,but withered at a mere thunder?
It's about love, is abhorred aggression in literature
Keep within due limits words' compassion in literature
It should feel like real even if it is mere a fiction
Never give an unnatural impression in literature
What will you write when your heart is sleeping in dark jungles
Always those rise who for sights have passion in literature
Never try to write if you support social injustice
You'll speak the truth, make this confession in literature
You are not the only one worthy of being described
Everything in world should find expression in literature
Make rational future plans but never forget your past
Do you know what's progressive regression in literature?
August 30, 2022
Anything could be,but love
nonetheless,game of chance
win we live,die we loss
destiny no where,but luck
journey sickens and tiredness rewards
mere a hope and succession of trials
Dream after dream we enjoy
the beginnings, new beginnings and the more beginnings
Thanks to the forgetfulness
we are saved of grief
Love the dance in pain,but blessing
the soul enjoys whirling,new whirling and the more whirling
Blessed for the delusion of eyes
the giant stars appears tiny
heart needs conclusion,but ecstasy
the rain,new rain and the more rain
Search me in eagles
flying with glory
High above the clouds
i am not what you see
With the lumps of fine clay
I am decorated
Who am i?
Nothing, but beyond nothingness
I am not more than a grain of sand
dwelling in hot deserts
For centuries unexplored
But i have my own kingdom
Ruled by none,but me
In each droplet of rain
i see my soul
Cold in touch and warm inside
I am in leaf
Surrounded by thrones
But i bear fruits
Delicious in taste
I play with butterflies
the games of their choice
Flower to flower
I spread my fragrance
I am mere a rainbow
Colourful and joyful
But short lived
I am a seedling
I sprout and i grow
But i need sunshine and water
and a little shade
Finding no words to extoll thee
For yours is a remarkable beauty
In any drape you’re strikingly cute
Miraculously making me mute
Beyond my perception is thy grace
That inspires me to be a poet ace
Mere a still of thy standing pose
Makes my poetic quotient arose
Naturally adorned by birth cool
Lavishly garnished in a way full
Queen like gait yours enchants me
I become extremely verse spree
Don’t know what power you bestow
For current of words gush in a flow
High voltage words I keep coin
To cover all thy beauty bits fine
Fabulously carved in divine leisure
By Lord Almighty in full pleasure
What a way to appear on screen
Well it’s given me boost umpteen..!!
Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.
Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!
The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.
Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel your spleen.
Now I'm tired of the glossy waxed holly,
Of the shimmering boxwood too,
Of the meadowland’s endless folly,
When all things, alas, lead to you!
Paul-Marie Verlaine (1844-1896) was a French poet and a prominent figure in the Symbolist and Decadent poetry movements. Verlaine has been called "one of the most purely lyrical of French poets." Keywords/Tags: Verlaine, French, translation, Paris, spleen, rose, roses, ivy, depression, despair, sky, sea, blue, green, red, black, holly, boxwood
Waking up and shaking up
Running up for the daily dose
Drying up is every rose
Dying up is every rose
Drugs and thugs ruining lives
Selling smiles and all knives
It's not to give you joy
It's mere a deathful toy
Waiting out with their ploy
Getting in trap every girl and boy
People selling drugs in convoy
Police Sirens all over the town
The thugs free with no mask or gown
Killing humans without a frown
Police Sirens all over the town
Like a fairy caught in fire
Like a bird flying with no Air
Like a butterfly set on pyre
Like a daffodil caught in a tyre
Like all hope mere a satire
Like all dreams out on Hire
Like in ruins her every desire
Like no one is alive there to admire
Like from life She will retire
Like the system has chained her with a wire
the pulse of night i fear it not today
it comes to me in silent beats that fade
a claim it stakes upon a heart of staid
in rhythmic strikes of somber time to splay
i clasp my hands on bend of knee and pray
to walk away from death's own hopeless shade
and find the path beyond the live's it slayed
then blush again beyond the skies of gray
i see the past as darkness lifts its veil
it bids itself farewell in leaps of hope
then brims within this heart i give to you
a love so deep it speaks with great avail
my heart i lay upon this endless scope
but mere a wish is all that i can do
December 29,2019
Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair,
sport a shock of fur mired in clay,
they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning
through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades.
“A pall fellow lights whereupon we here graze.
See ye lithely to him yield path.
He in bone pastel smocks with such likeness to bare
plodeth sloughs dank, decay’s fell morass.”
“This chap’s marks are slurred, kindred ‘s smudged,” they’ll say,
“in a mud that is not of our warren.
He looks sullied by drear earthen labyrinths far ‘way,
perhaps fox hole, cat hovel, or den of wolves’ coven.”
For when foul skies do strike, marring trees with their curses,
rains fall to douse scintillate branches.
A pungency hovers where a torrid sludge cools.
Its paste casts forbidden clan hues.
Now the wolf craves not easily his like or lean.
He is wary of ghouls in his ranks.
“Gaunt swagger, I see,” he’ll think,
“This one leave be, who with me, shares the gore and the grisly.”
For in drab sheens to drape, shall the countenance daunt.
Browns besmirched will, in ashes, urge, “Yay,
it is he colored wolf.” In airs Lupus, I’ll steep,
strutting meekness purged, brave in cloak gray.
When my dreams fly away ,
to the shores of the fathomless;
I wonder.
How much was my pain culpable?
To those ,
Who just knew I prevailed.
And never lived,
my life unknown.
How much lost was your sight of the mind?
How much depth did your heart carry?
So mere a space -
that can't hold anything of what I weigh.
I am solo a soul.
I finally live like a bird that is free -
To dance on the broken pieces of the mirror
that showed my in , on it.
I always pray to contend any hindrance, not to flee.
I wish to stay sturdy not to bend in dismay.
When forgiveness is mere a weakness,
I will suppress my compassion but act ruthless in action.
If competent, I pray to win with my inherent strength,
putting dedication, devotion, diligence, demanding right recognition.
‘Save me from danger’ is not my prayer,
but I pray to my soul to show light to act precise..
I pray to proceed with courage and vigor holding my head erect.
My earnest prayer silently murmurs in mind:
I must not be deceived: ‘My love and work should get honored.’
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