Saturday 29 October 2016

Your winsome competitor



U think, u d’ only doctor,
champion of operations
I’ve a surgeon, dr. Fix it
fixes toys’ broken bones
Cameras at hidden sites,
keep watch, day n’ night
never touch my pet toys,
I've black ant army to fight

Mosquito Infantry to sting,
no one dare to disturb me
stock of needles and pins,
ammunition for my army
 Talk big, a poet of repute,
I too concoct nice poems
my stock of rhyming words,
snatch your sweet dreams
As an excellent swimmer,
u so often wish to boast
I can swim, cycle in water,
an expert in water sports
Can steer Hot air balloon ,
para glide, fight with sword
race an electric indoor cart,
tricky skate on busy road
She rushed to washroom,
scurried into the bath tub
I’m delayed for a shower,
skip breakfast, late for job

Sleeping schedule upset,
she has occupied my bed
kneeling on d’ bed cover
on pillow rolling her head
Missing in shopping mall,
while I picked up grocery
looked for her everywhere,
got her in shopping trolley
I gulped my meal quick,
to encourage her to eat
She told, race’s different,
its to nibble fast like a rat
Competed to put on attires
before I could, she finished
promptly picked d' phone,
replied seemly as per need

How the hell do those work,
your tricks effective no more
be alert, must be aware of,
I'm your winsome competitor

Saturday 1 October 2016

Truly trying to retain

A warrior, with no troop
standing aloof, all alone
A  deserted chameleon,
my days, over and gone


Ever on a frantic search,
to gain much more things
possess items in surplus,
yet my desires unending

A stream in vast desert,
with dwindling identity
futile all my attempts,
fully unwanted activity

No values left in me,
evidently a dirty soul
An undesired demon,
among d’ cute angles


An evaporating aroma,
in thin air, to disappear
receding wave in ocean,
no more appear in shore

I’m ignored, forgotten,
no one really bothered
lost in d' list of names,
I am trying to discover
Avoided as if unknown,
in streets, on d’ roads
trying to locate myself,
in files, on the boards

Life has truly taken,
an absurd ugly turn
my face now unseen,
unfamiliar, unknown
Saw d’ image in mirror,
read myself, to d’ core
stunned, whom do I see,
I am the same no more
Gone wild, might explode,
outside or at work place
a bruised snake with hiss,
spew venom on any face

Badly battered zones,
evidently I wish to hide
truly a mystique soul ,
in heart anguish buried
My dictates, of no value
now no heed being paid
can lash out at any one,
if attempts to go ahead
My identity goes vague,
 it tends to disappear
it must not turn hazy,
sincerely wish to ensure
May call a frowned fox,
mockeries I can’t bear
my soul screams loud,
mind a smashed mirror
Like a crumpled paper,
being tossed into drain
it’s my erased identity,
truly trying to retain