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Asking Her Out


I asked.
She said No.

Talked to her on Facebook,
She said No.

Shook hands with her buddies,
Befriended her mamma,
But from her it was still a No.

She grumbled,
And said No.

She thanked me for the bouquet,
But still said No.

Called her day and night
Mailed her every fortnight,
But from her it was still a big No. 

Then she writes back to apologize,
But it is still a No!

Ah well, I should have gotten the message,
That was loud and clear,
When Michelle had said No!

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Daisy

Hello Daisy,
What worries ye?
Take it easy,
Oh, let's see what is it that engages your eye!

Oh Daisy, my sweet and charming Daisy,
Black, White, Green, And...I know how choosy are ye!
Perusing all those fifty different shades, so actively?
Let's see...ah, I see you have chosen your fav as grey!

Remember those days, when I got up early to meet ya?
I admired you so much, in that polka-dotted red frock.
You'd come oh so late, chat few moments, and say 'Cya!'
Did I ever knew it hid a heart so black?

You never cared for nobody, what worry can you have now?
You, always so bejeweled, one could hardly see the skin!  
How else could I be defrauded, by mind so shallow,
And thoughts so thin?

Daisy, Oh Daisy, had I not been such a fool -
Had I not been such an awful sissy,
One who was always at your beck and call -
Might have I known then, seduction is so easy-peasy!

Even if not Beautiful, even if not Unearthly,
Had I been so Dominating, so Grey,
Had I used you, and abused you, the way you did to me,
Could you O Daisy leave me then so easy?

Farewell to you o heartless witch,
Fairer maidens are they whose inner charm hold the sway!
Know ye, it takes but little to make a heart switch,
While you ponder upon your storybook wedding day, I am on my sweeter way...

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What's In Your Cup


What's in Your Cup?

[Please Ask Later]

I called, PAL A, 'What are you drinking tonight?'
HE said, 'Café au lait', with much delight.
He said he'd gone to her woman's,
On an invite.

I took out my bottle,
Found it empty
Ran toward the kitchen then,
To turn on the faucet and get a fill!

Called PAL B then, 'What occupies your cup tonight?'
She said, 'Shroom juice, to make myself reignite!'
She said she'd gone to her man's,
And was staying there overnight.

I wonder why not get a little of that juice,
Let myself a little loose?
But here I am, standing and thinking,
My bottle is filling still!

Called my step Pa at last, 'What's in your cup tonight?'
'Green tea son. Are ya alright?'
He hung up, without waiting for my answer,
I thought this conversation was most trite!

Checked my cabinets, there was neither tea nor coffee,
Should I ask my Pa in that other house, should I plea? 
My bottle started overflowing then, saltless and tasteless sink water,
I am drinking it now, what else could there be for me?

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The Blind Can See

The glamour of a string of pearls,
Or the fine lines of a tree birch,
What are they to a man who's lost his eyes?
They are all but same!

Seen a blind fella on the street?
Why would you trouble yourself to describe,
The effervescence of the nature around?
When you think it'd be so lame?

Do you honestly think the blind is any less than you?
Can you feel your way up to nickels and dimes?
Enjoy music the way they do?
Do you still think being blind is such a shame?

Does the olive that give peace have eyes?
Can the sunshine and rainwater that nourish you,
See?
Or the cave salamander of slender frame?

If powers make a man,
If eyes are not the most powerful sense we have,
Then the blind have far greater powers to claim,
Being a blind is no shame!

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Cathy

In this world of discord and disorder;
Full of rotten souls and queer misdemeanor;
I'm walking through the mid road of aging,
You are the kind that gives me a buoyant feeling.

Old I maybe, I know you are young;
But it's your name that's always on my tongue;
The tingle I feel when you smile, touch my hair,
Is it what they call love, or an unreal affair?

I try, but can't hold back my feelings for you;
Won't you tell me how you feel? Give me a clue;
Been through so much, had lost my feelings almost;
A walking shadow, heart cold as frost.

Is my love for you a dream? But you look real;
What're these paralyzing emotions for you I feel?
You're one I can't ignore,
Can't hold back my feelings for you, no, not anymore.

Your heart is still young, world's new for you 
Mine's gotten decrepit, I'm drowning in ocean blue;
O Cathy, won't you tell me? What do I do?
For I just can't get over my feelings for you.
	
With you I wanna spend my life, it's so true;
Even if this love be a dream, my heart is now with you;
I pledge my true devotion to you, till death do us part,
If I can't have you, will you give me back my heart?

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The New Me


Today I feel like a new me arisen from old rubble
Of all the evil and abuse I underwent;
The fast lanes of life's changed me,
I am living life anew, going through the motions
	
When the going got tough and tougher, 
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'	

The trollings, the bashings
On Twitter or Facebook;
Shake me no more,
This is the new me, I can't be bothered.

My ex-half posted pictures online
Of our most sacred intimacy;
To get even with me, or so I thought,
The person I'd loved once, can be so heartless?

When the going got tough and tougher, 
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'

That spouse who never cared
That person who left me for someone new
What care did that half have for me then?
Why should I care about that half now?

I write few lines now at night
Got a new day job to do - a fight;
But I know I am happier now,
Got my old feelings back - for somebody new.

Like the old banyan trunk, mature and strong 
That cannot be moved or bent;
I too have gotten thick-skinned now, my bones stronger,
You can't criticize me no more, move me to tears!

I am no more vulnerable as I was
No more I wear my emotions on my face;
Life is all about moving on, I've learned,
This is the new me - the old me is dead now.

When the going gets tough again, 
I said,
'I will turn me now,
Around.'

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Getting Rid of the Country

Someone out there,
Says the countryside is fine and fair,
But not me, I am all alone here, deeply disgruntled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
All the hate, all the frustrations, all the gall,
That I feel inside, for I prefer being lazy and settled!

The bushes, the forests NOT what I am after,
Large trees I hate to pass by, though they offer birds shelter,
Don't! I just don't wanna live here anymore, nettled!

For the buses, the chaos, the hustle bustle,
Are what attract me, love to see damsels in trouble,
Love the confusion, that's where I wanna get settled!

But then I think I deserve it all,
For have I ever been industrious, in summer or fall?
So I guess I must remain in this shitass country all life, nestled!

Was offered a job at a mall but declined,
Was told by mom to 'WORK! EARN!' but I reclined,
Who else can I blame then, for living here, scuttled?

Peace and quiet do not belong to my taste,
But this is where my home is, where I must rest,
Or I have the choice to live on city's sidewalk, unsettled!