A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
Categories:
terminated, anger,
Form: Limerick
Maybe I'm just blind.
For not leaving the past, where it belongs, behind.
Sometimes I think that I'm just out of my mind.
Unknown it is, why I say this things.
No longer feeling satisfied with love and life.
Over with the attitude of procrastination.
My world, it wrote its own constitution.
There's no need for inquisition.
Memories that affect an important decision.
No one can procrastinate against me.
Putting lives at risk, with a stunt like this, so let it be.
Recognition of emotion, a feeling of emptiness.
I feel abandoned, living with a heart that was destructed.
Love, from my life, now deducted.
Over with the sorrow, the strain.
Not knowing if I'm suffering in vain.
Only wishing to terminate, isolate, and eradicate my pain.
Categories:
terminated, loss,
Form: Rhyme
My foot is four legs of a tortoise
My thump is anchor of my docking
My reason is the traffic light of red lights only
My patience is the hand break of a vehicle
Their ‘batakari’ has wings to fly over me
Their worm-length’s shape has assumed e-train’s speed
Their purpose has influenced reason
Their haste has dismantled rightful queues
My hope of getting there is terminated
My hope of timely-fulfilment is turned time-will-tell
My very core of success is just an envisaged hallucination
My comfort of hope is … ‘God will tell when’
Life is not a competitive errand
Life must be fulfilling through struggles
My much efforts draining, I can’t change my aging
They pass through the hasty runways
Through dubious means to by-pass me
To achieve their over-ambitious greed-filled lives
At the expense of the down trodden.
I am not blaming the successful for my plight
But the gate has to be opened to all,
The apian way is an abomination.
Do unto the politicians, the vote winners, the powerful and the privileged
Including their relations, associates and affiliates
As you do unto the civilian, the vote casters, the commoners and the under- deprived.
Categories:
terminated, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Narrative
Formed in the twinkling of an eye,
but doomed, never to see the sky.
Or to run in the grass, and to feel the wind in my face,
nor to be part of the human race.
Never to know a mothers love, or to hold her hand,
never to play on the beach, in the sand.
Unable to feel the rain in my hair,
to skip, and jump, and play without a care.
Never to fall asleep on my fathers lap,
or to be disciplined by his loving slap.
Alas, all of these things are not to be
for I was just flushed down the drain, and out to sea.
The only reason why I was damned,
was because I was never a part of her plan.
Categories:
terminated, loss,
Form: Verse