Alien eyes gaze from a crystal mist of white,
Beckoning, encompassing, consuming your light.
You're now helplessly suspended in wingless flight,
So, don't look for an exit...there's no exit in sight!
They amble and ramble, then they scramble your mind,
The past becomes present, as you'll presently find.
Once you're prodded and poked, then you're poked from behind,
And all of you thought that...Genghis Khan was unkind!
Then you find yourself back, right back where you started,
You've been prodded and poked, then neatly discarded.
Your mind has been snapped cuz, your brain's been bombarded,
White-eyed and caged with the...mentally departed!
They whisk off to D.C., what else could be sweeter,
"We can't "Peter" around, our ship's on the meter!"
"We just heard that your "Boss," 'snot much of a reader,"
"I can't read either Jack!"..."TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!"
Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.
Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once at tormented,
A blissful mind and her bolshy heart
bents all her faiths her boded against enchanted.
Baffled her eyeses and elusive her temptations
whisk off her esteemed days of gloriole,
A worthy soul and her kiddo armories
all the way she makes me smile drawn-out for long time.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my Jr. Miss Chaitali Dash
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