It should have been raining by now
The stage has been waiting long
Me, my playmates watching close
For lights and the starting song
we are done with our silly riddles
new and all the old ones we had
Waiting through with hide n seek
For them, dancing clouds darkly clad
We have teased and pinched and fought
what troublesome company to keep
But what good it did at the least
Held all of us away from sleep
But a little too late it is as I yawn
Some younger pals have fallen prey
Exhausted and defeated from wait
Are sleeping away in the clay
We who have been a tad stronger
Are still in wait but with weakened will
There is an empty stage in the front
But there is no dance no drama still.
I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Friday, June 05, 2015
What do I get if I marry you?
The darling of my life asked one day,
innocent as ever in her heart,
'What do I get if I marry you?
and be sure of your words as you say'
My eyes then rolled inside my hide,
inside the belly of a sea,
strolled on the ground that lies beneath,
and surfed above a jubilant tide.
I hurled though like some spirited moth,
my heart restless like a deer's eyes,
And came up with the finds in my arms,
some pearls some corals and foamy froth.
And then I was about to pass all this,
but it was all cluttered in a mess.
I told that you will get it all, but wait
I will melt it all and keep it for a kiss.
a little high from where you see O dear,
as from there it rises into the clouds,
and will descend to your head in a crown,
to take away from you all that you fear.
'What do I get if I marry you?
and be sure of your words as you say'
My eyes then rolled inside my hide,
inside the belly of a sea,
strolled on the ground that lies beneath,
and surfed above a jubilant tide.
I hurled though like some spirited moth,
my heart restless like a deer's eyes,
And came up with the finds in my arms,
some pearls some corals and foamy froth.
And then I was about to pass all this,
but it was all cluttered in a mess.
I told that you will get it all, but wait
I will melt it all and keep it for a kiss.
a little high from where you see O dear,
as from there it rises into the clouds,
and will descend to your head in a crown,
to take away from you all that you fear.
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