Sam sends smileys,
Sheila seeks sobriety;
Siberian skies shed sadness!
Seven Swallowtails swirl,
sunset sets scenic shades:
scintillating, stunning,
stimulating, sparkling!
Sordid sentiment stays sentient,
safeguarding searing sailing ships;
sailors sit still sipping scotch,
soaring seagulls start shrilling:
somber, sorrowful symphony!
Sordid sea swerves ship,
storm stirs subdued senses;
Simon strums strings...
sober Samuel sings!
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
-Quiet voices with low decibels are taken with offense. Preconceived notions, spoken words without thought, inserting smileys to disclaim. Invertebrate personas can be seen evaporating from the skin, with the naked eye. Forming a resin that keeps building up over time. Labeling you with defects of character. Beating around the bush, hiding from problems; loose ends form. Texts twist the dough sprinkled with good intentions. Life's a *****, it hurts, don't it? Untied shoes are today's special, featuring potential failure. Intentional lack of preparation. Detached from the lanyard of civilization. Eyes disconnect; declining their calls. Reading the texts with disregard. Getting notifications and silencing alarms. Misdirected; free-falling off the imaginary edge of fictional beliefs. Playing a new version of make believe. Pretending with the help of it's big brother assumption, the answers we do not know. Taking offense to the actions committed with good intent. Overthinking the simple things in life. Misinterpretations of the harmless innuendos.
I get pretty disillusioned with petty illustrations
Expressing lush lifestyle of unattainable wealth tenable to a select few
I get pretty flustered with beautiful posters
Impersonating as the real deal, imposing, intimidating with a candid sly smile
I get pretty bored hearing radio ads that would compulsorily end with forced group laughter
Implying to its audience that they are nothing but foolish herds just thankful and be blessed
with their so-called auditory elegance presence
I get up and draw my own life with smileys in every signatures and making sure my
moments be priceless to no one's standard
I get up and look in the mirror, reflects at my own reflection and look deep inside my light
brown eyes and found the beauty in me, the beauty is me
I get up and sets my own playlist with occasional taped sound of my own voice just to
make sure that I won't hear my own forced laughter instead I would hear a more calm me
And there and then I realised
Calm is not a fiction...
You—I know not whether you could recall
My name and my old, dead words. Forgive me;
For my lips are too dry to bring them back, my voice
Too hoarse to capture what used to live, my ink
Too faint to paint all that was once true. But, let me
Now tell you something else—something which
Has never changed:
I know we don’t talk anymore. We
Text, we chat, we send things to each
Other’s ask-box. But, even now, I hope
I am me to you—I hope I’ve been human:
Flesh and bones, pulses and heartbeats;
Tears and blood, hugs and kisses; Not
Inanimate, cryptic texts and mere digital smileys
Flashing on the flat screen whenever
You log into Tumblr, or Viber, or KakaoTalk.
I hope you hear laughter in my every LOL,
I hope you catch the disappointment
Between my O’s and K’s, I hope you feel
Lean arms holding you with my every ‘/hugs’;
I hope your lips twitched from my soft breathing,
Back when I used to text you ILU.
So I write you one last love letter—all pen and paper;
Though I know: I can only mail it, all in HTML codes.
Smileys on colorful balloons
give you a good laugh as summer days
spent on sand dunes!
Debbie, you celebrate
your birthday today: never dislike or hate
yourself for another wrinkle,
instead listen to those sentimental tunes...
someone will winkle!
Smileys on colorful balloons will float around
you as planets spin around the golden sun;
don't reveal your real age to us as you step down...
to give your beautiful crown to a younger one!
A big hug and a unique present
are especially for you, Debbie;
my hug is warmer than sunshine,
and red fermenting wine!
I couldn't refrain from shouting out,"
" Happy Birthday, Debbie! "
After the bash party has ended,
lay down as your favorite star twinkles...
make that wish by saying it aloud,
" Magical cream, erase all my wrinkles! "
Life is what , a magical picture frame,
Relations are what , attractions of the frame,
Memories are what , imprints of those who came,
Desires are what , dreams that heart claims,
Run is for what , to drive out name and fame,
Hard work is what , triumph-card of the game,
Happiness is what , smileys of the same,
Love is what , shades of the picture frame , trick of life game , something more worthy than name.......
Your words, ohhh your words, they make me feel I am still there
I don’t see them coming and I feel like I am nowhere
I see you online and and it just brings out my smile
I wouldnt miss a chance to chat even if it is just for a while
I wish they were not smileys but your beautiful face
My heart would pump at the very sight like in a race
Your hmmm is so romantic and so pleasant is your hiii
I wish we could talk forever without ever saying a bye
I don’t feel like an idiot even when you laugh at me
Cause, all I can think of is your words i get to see
I can feel your emotions, which you want to let loose
Am happy am your friend when u had so many to choose
Your words are so charming and soothes my soul
Until you came in my life I thought there was no goal
I cherish every moment when you come to talk
I don’t see if it is daylight or if we are chatting in the dark
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