Short Formalities Poems

F: Further
A: achievements
T: that 
H: hold
E: entertaining
R: recommitments.
Father serves responsibilities.
That takes away criminalities.
It links relation formalities,
A pose of learning abilities....

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A naked thought 
Wakes me up-

I got into the 
Dressed world-

Systems,
Customs, 
Formalities,
Procedures –

All held me  
I too embraced them

Suddenly 
I found
That I am missing-

I myself 
Do not know 
Where I am?
Who I am?
Why I am?

I am 
Down with my self-

I wait for 
A nude thought...

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Running around mad, chasing only fantasies,
Lost all sanity and formalities.
Hiding in the woods, numb lips turning blue,
Setting fire to her mind, oh what to do?
Shudder in the wind, bitten by the cold,
Running from the past won’t rid of the old.
These dark skies will never hide your scars,
And yet you still spend all night wishing on the stars.
My darling the gin won’t soften the blow,
He’s gone, but it’s okay, you don’t need to be alone....

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A perky woman stepped inside
The elevator car.
I’d never seen her, so her words
To me were quite bizarre.

She turned her back to me and asked
(Formalities she’d skipped)
If I would help her out because
Her dress was not quite zipped.

Of course, I hastened to comply – 
I guess she couldn’t reach – 
But in the rules of etiquette,
I think this was a breach.

For asking someone’s help to dress
Seems much more apropos
If assistance comes from somebody
You actually know!...

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Om kaar 


Identification off my soul is I 
You are into the music with a meltification notes your bum bole your blessings are taken by sin 
You are far away from arrogance and kill  the formalities refrain to search his cilam as a parayness 
You sprect Shiva (a)  you dance with your friends on your dead body 
You are ten dik avatars hey bole bum bole I my self feel that I am your ansha Sristrikarta vaibhav vilas 
Har Har mahade 

With love all
 Jagdish Bajantri...

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Sometimes I wonder if I use poetry as a crutch
To my emotions broken limbs
As if poetry is an outpatient outlet for my informative formalities
Passive aggressive tendencies
Rhyme disease
My apologies, I seem to forget the apostrophes
Like symbolic catastrophe
Heartache rhinoplasty
Augmentation of my weaknesses
I contain in my vial the audacity
Squirting literary illness on healthy bodies and souls
Because we're all dying,
And just trying to stay beautiful

-Jess...

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