Modern Love

She calls him honey

He calls her pumpkin

She loves his money

He loves her skin

Together they roam

Together they stay

Hardly ever home

Their work they pray

He gifts her rubies

She asks for a diamond

Evenings spent with hot whiskeys

The babe, with a maid lay shunned

And Buried under the hatchet stolen feelings lie

Under the guise of modernism, relationships daily die

Desire

He stood up
Mind made
Wanting to let go
To follow his whims
He'd waited too long
Dreamed too often
Waking up to another dreary day
But today, now, it was different
He was confident
Sure as the sun rising
He smiled, he joked
But his heart hammered
Palms were sweaty
He wondered once again
But no,
There was no room for doubt
He knew
The time was right
Now or never it was
He looked at the screen
The two scary words
They exhilarated him
Freed him
Jauntily he strode
To the glass cabin
Paper in hand
My Resignation
Typed in bold
He was ready
It was the next step
The step to his world
To his wishes
To his vocation
Suddenly his phone rang
A halt to his step
He looked at the screen
Frowning
An unknown number
It wouldn't be important
Couldn't be important
Fingers hovered
Habit won
He answered
"Mr. ABC?
I'd like to discuss
A job opportunity"
What? No
Not now
He laughed.
He smirked
"But wait.
We're offering... "
The smile slipped
Greed called
Confidence questioned
Doubt arose
Hand on the silver knob
He entered quietly
"I'm quitting sir"
"Oh. So you decided.
To follow your dream
To be a self boss"
Eyes downcast
A whisper escaped
"No. I got a new offer.
I'll be VP of XYZ.
And there's still time.
It's all but a dream.
I still have life.
I still have life."

That Way

The way you looked at me
As I walked away
Not knowing this was goodbye
The way I looked at the screen
Waiting, hoping
For one small message
The way I waited
To hear your voice
Through my now silent home
The way I woke up in the middle of the night
Tears streaming down my face
I'd dreamed of you yet again
The way I tossed and turned
Asleep with open eyes
Fearful happy dreams may visit again
The way I turned to stone
To ease the pain, to stay away
Smiling gaily through the day
The way I realised I love you
Was when you pushed me away...

One

One mistake 
One tear 
One lie 
One fear 
One laugh
One whim
One joy
One dream
Bit by bit
Put together
One by one
They make one life

The Living Dead

Sometimes life is nothing but a scar,
We smile, we laugh but its all a farce
The painted red of a jokers lips,
The tainted yellow sunshine drips
Eyes so dry, it hurts to see
A mind that refuses to be free
Memories and thoughts all that remain
Letters spoken, words unheard
We trudge along hopeless, lost
The living dead, a heart covered in frost
Pain and hurt we know not too
A numb feeling, loss, nothing new
Days and nights now as one
A wisp remained, a human undone.

Have you heard...?

Have you heard of that pretty land?

Where colours abound

Where elder's feet touched till date

Joys and unity define

A country pretty as mine!

Where little Tendulkars rule the floor

Cars practising moon walk on the road

And sacred cows propagate democracy

Chewing plastic with renewed ferocity

Oh, I love my India!

Where roadside food tops the chart

Sevpuri and Panipuri devoured with a heart

And Kishore da is the music God

Making love-sick souls smile and humm

Oh, I love my India!

Where lamps lit in all homes in Diwali

Galli-galli a Mecca during Eid

And kids love Santa Claus

As much as they love Chota Bheem

Oh, I love my India!

Where elephants revered and stones worshiped

Temples haunt every little turn

And a wonder we gave the world

Taj, resplendent, site of beauty

Oh, I love my India!

Where engineers and doctors all dream to be

MBA is every mother's dream

And skyscrapers and slums stand side by side

Tall and short, defying death and gravity

Oh, I love my India!

Where snake charmers too many exist no more

But charmers breed, slick of tongue

And Babas and Fakirs still rule the roost

Pills black magic, science a blasphemy

Oh, I love my India!

Once Land of the Mahabharata and Ramayana

Congress and BJP today we live to see

And Tagore, Tukaram wrapped in cloth

Saas-bahu sagas enjoyed with tea

Oh, I love my India!

Where love to dream and eat and sleep

Population explosion almost an identity

And let our brains rule the world

Living a life of hidden sanctity

Oh, I love my India!

Have you heard of that land?

Where corrupt rule and honest cry,

Like every other land, though different,

People here too live and die

But oh, I love my India!

The Ride to Peace

To walk the well-trodden path
To believe in what other's eyes see,
To live a life blindly
Is not what I can be...
Feeling the wind rush through
The sun as it scorches naked skin
Rain pelts the wounds anew
Making me cringe in ecstasy...
Eyes slits against the dust
Pupils dilated take in the wonder
Dogs trampled over, trucks over-turned
I stare at sights in wide-eyed wonder...
The smooth, trodden way passes by
I continue on the pebbled road
The wind rustling through my hair
Clouds create a cool cover...
Streams sooth tired eyes
Raindrops quench parched pores
The beauty of the land mesmerizing
A haven, virgin, untouched...
Screeching wheels battle rest
I let my lids droop low
And easing my hold over the pain
Finally, let my body go.

Karma, You & Me

Do I believe in Karma?
That things are meant to be
We dashed into each other by chance
On that fateful Valentine's Day...
I don't believe in love,
And neither do you
But our hearts beat in sync
And your sentences I complete...
You read me like a book,
Read between the lines
And I know you by your silence
Your moods your words define
I love black and red and you love yellow
I am almost a Jain while you live for chicken
And yet the same cigarette we smoke
And rely on good ol' Rum 'n' Coke
We think the same thoughts, feel the same feelings
Share the same history and habits too, uneasy
Two hearts we beat together
Soulmates as some have labelled
But a mere co-incidence are you
Or my ill-fated destiny?

*A dedication

Memories

It hurts
You hurt
Unknowingly, quietly
You make me weep
Sitting by the window
Staring at the stump
You make me wonder
And you make me dream
In a flash you disappear
Far away into nowhere
Only to test me
When I am deep in sleep
You are birth
You are life
And it is you
That lives post death
No heart you have
No mind to think
No soul to feel
No eyes to see
You are a wisp,
A shadow, a fear
You are nothing
But a mere memory...

The Look

I looked at you standing there
Through the crack in my curtain
Staring, peeping, looking
The cloth slipped through my fingers
The curtains fell in place
The look on your face
Made my heart hammer
I hid, I rubbed my eyes
I slid the curtain apart and looked again
Yes, it was you
Right there in front of me
Walking the path before my door
Trying to look through
Trying to see me
You stood before my door
Wondering, thinking, wishing
You could ring the bell
Could gently knock
But you knew
It would not be answered
You would not be welcome
Not after what you did
There was still hope
I continued to look
As you moved to the balcony
Leaning against the rail
My palms sweaty now
Slipped on the fabric
As I rushed to the door
And took the phone
My voice shaky, angry
"Security, the crazy pool man
Is drunk and peeping into my room".

Man, Woman & Human

Feelings are often buried deep,
Eyes glazed, through the mind we speak,
Moving in tandem to the rhythm of the world,
Laughter forgotten, as after smiles we run,
One statement and many synonyms
And yet, we're confused coz as we know
Sometimes words have no meaning...
The pictures painted on the wall
Speak, but no sounds come out,
In a dual world today we live,
Praying stone idols with ashen hearts,
And love they say is a feeling alien to me,
Creatures of habit we remain to be
Some things are best left unsaid,
And unspoken thoughts, we write them down
Deep down however, what are we?
"Perhaps you'll  never know...
Coz maybe, I'll never show."

The Great Feast

Soft, Succulent
It slid down the throat
Flavoured perfectly
Spices and herbs
Intermingling
The smell arose
Tantalising
Fresh, juicy
The fork cut through
Pink flesh
Roasted perfectly
The moans arose
As lips tasted
Sweet sweet skin
Manners forgotten
Gluttony, no sin
Spoons clattered
Empty vessels laid
To rest
Stomachs groaning
Desires still raged
Exotic feast
As it ended
She looked towards him
"What was it?
So fine, so rare
Food
A carnal longing
What beast stirred
Our desires so?"
Chucking, shrewd eyes
He gracefully blushed
"You flatter me
Madame
Pray, tell me
Why did he,
The flautist
Not attend?"


* An Ode to Hannibal Lecter

Smile Please!

It kills to smile when you only really want to cry
It pains to lie, when you want to just curl up and die
But wish the heart a fond goodbye
And let your mind squeeze your feelings dry
Coz you are what you choose to be
A strong iron maiden or a cry baby
So walk the path with your head held high
And you might succeed, if you just try...

Lady Moonshine

Lady Moonshine love me not...
Lady moonshine in her sparkly robe
Twirled and swirled and called me hither;
Lady Moonshine love me not...
Whispering, giggling, blushing eyes
Mesmerised me, enthralled me, pulling deeper;
Lady Moonshine love me not...
She held my hand, brushed my lips,
She caressed my tongue, kissed my head,
Lady Moonshine love me not...
I lay there spent; gasping, waiting
Running my fingers through her red red hair
Lady Moonshine love me not...
I begged for mercy, I cried in pain
She ravaged me with her beautiful lips
Lady Moonshine love me not...
I felt a shudder, a chill pass through me
I slackened my hold, the bottle slipped away
Lady Moonshine let me live...

Fate

Do I believe in fate?

In those million colourless lines crossing my palm?

The sudden co-incidents that stop me in my tracks?

Or when people shake their head at absurd happenings

Do I believe there was some higher power responsible for it?

I carved my life

Shaped my dreams

Lived my hopes

Or was there someone else doing it all the time?

Is the pride I feel not mine?

The joy, does it belong to the faceless spirit?

The reality I wake up to everyday

Is perhaps only but a dream…

Love... Or was it?

I don't know if I loved you

If the 3 am calls were love or fun
Or just a rebellion against early sleeping
If the flowers were love or expectations fulfilled
Or just proving our superiority over nature
If the kisses were love or a mere satisfaction of lust
Or just something couples do under trees, in parks...

Were the dreams we shared love?
Or just a way to kill those lonely hours?
Were the secrets we shared love?
Or just a way to unburden our souls?
Were the endless 'Love You's love?
Or just a solace for our insane hearts?

For isn't love supposed to be forever?
Through the ages, lives and the seven seas?
Through the joy and pain
Through the thick and thin and even fat?
Love doesn't disappear, does it?
It still resides in a hollow heart...

But I don't love you anymore
Your name doesn't bring a smile to my face
Nor do your memories make me wistful
I do not feel a searing pain
Nor do I wish to run back to you
Ask you to hold me forever again

A habit you were
An addiction stronger than any drug
A part of life I was used to
A limb, just there, joined to me
You conquered my brain, not soul
A forgotten habit you now remain...

If you love someone, set them free
If they return, they're yours
If they don't, they never were
I thought I loved you
And so I set myself free
Never to return...

Moonshine

The moonshine glistened
Against the the darkened night
The red swirling, tempting
As she moistened her charcoal lips
Heightened ecstasy
Blurry senses
Moonshine mingled with blood
Fairy dust twinkling against
The deep deep blue sky
Quickened beats
Slurry words
As she spread her arms
And flew, free at last...

My Dream Woman

I stood by the pictures, watched her paint
A little shadow here, a splash of colour
The muted light cast a mellow glow
Her fingers as they deftly moved
Biting her bottom lip, lost in thought
Bhavya, the ink on the placard spelled
I stood beside her, watching her work
The colours along with light as they moved
Casting images, creating illusions
The brushes dipped in paint sang my symphony
The dirtied, swirling water mirrored my random feelings
I stood by her side how long I know not
She continued her work, lost in thought
I slowly walked away, the exhibition ended
And as I rode home on my horse
The black mane dancing, long tail swishing
I thought of her riding by my side
A stranger she was, my unsung poem
Touching my heart, with her colourful tools
I knew not if I'll ever see her again
To praise her, to know her, to see her paint
Dejected I awoke from my deep slumber
Wondering if I see her, do I be spooked or do I rejoice
For she'd then be my dream woman who just came to life...

Coz You’re The One!

You’re the chocolate I crave during my PMS

You’re the Ol’ Monk I want in my deepest hour

You’re the croaking frog I hear after the first slushy shower

You’re the Combiflam I need when in greatest pain

You’re the crutches that I require to simply walk again

You’re the battered old phone I keep by my side always

You’re the crumpled, torn note I find in my jeans

You’re the first septic piercing I got during my teens

You’re the smelly dried rose I hide in my book

You’re the Apple Pie I never really learnt to cook

You’re simply The One who helps me lead life by…

The Modern Draupadi

The thirteenth time

He broke my heart

Copious tears I shed

I raved and ranted

And cursed the world

And hurled brick-bats

Heaven-ward...

Frustrated and furious

At my accusations

The Lord rose from his abode

Seething, stood before me

“What do you want child?

Who do want tell me

And it is him

You shall have!”

Dumbstruck at the turn of fate,

A yelp of joy I suddenly gave

And launched into my Mr. Perfect list

“Kind and sweet

Helpful and understanding

Trustworthy enough

With my eyes shut tight...

Someone who can read my words

And read between all the lines

Who hugs me when I say I'm cold

Not leave a blanket by my side

Not someone

Who promises the moon

But holding hands

He gazes at the horizon with me...

Who envelops me in bear-hugs

And lightly kisses

My fears good-night

Who cuddles me all night long

And talks to me about everything

Someone I call at 3 in the night

To soothe my nightmare,

Lull me to sleep...

The Big Bang Theory he explains

And cracks jokes

Better than Chandler does...

Who brags about me

To his friends

And whacks any jerk

Who messes with me...

Who's the perfect lover

Father, Brother and friend

And loves my dad

Like his family

Who let's me win

When I'm low

And knows when I need

My fair game...

Surprises me with tiny gestures

Whispers sweet nothings

Holds my hand, kisses my head

Gives me chocolate when I PMS

Creates Awww moments

And makes me go oooh!

Loves me with a passion

Nothing subdued...

Travels the world with me

Yet knows when I need my space...”

Blah... blah... blah...

I continued on and on...

Eye closed, concentrating,

Pacing back and forth...

After minutes maybe

(Or days they were?)

I opened my eyes

Baffled to see a bald Lord

Wring his hands...

Ganesh as he sat on the floor

The second tooth broken

Banana leaves weighed down

By an epic longer than

Mahabharata maybe...

I looked at the Lord

Who stared back

Wondering what had he unleashed....

I shook my head

Gave a tiny shrug

And told him,

“Just let it be..

Perhaps... Maybe...

I'm just the Modern Draupadi...”

Life

Passing by the roadway

I saw a man lying

Bleeding and stricken

A family shrouded, crying...

Blood pooled around

Seeping through black robes

No more alone the man

A family reddened and dying...

I passed them by

I banged the window pane

I heard the soothing lullabies

And grew up to write the pain...

Standing in the house of God

I heard a kitten cry

Mangled and torn

The cat prayed for dying...

Mews carried inside

The sermon raged on

The life slowly seeped out

A mother's dream dying...

I sang the hymns

I stood and praised the Lord

I listened to the choir sing

And woke up screaming in the night...

Standing by my bedside an Angel

I saw Lucifer strike out

White hot fury ripped me

A scream for freedom let out

Voices cried in my head

The Angel's halo soothed

Lucifer raised his mantle again

Life I praised crying

I heard my screams

I sang my songs

I saw Lucifer and Angel smile

And slept off in the burning feather bed...

Goodnight

Dark, flesh
rotting, scream...
A gentle trickle
into the sea
A stain so dark,
so pure so unblemished

Black soul,
no more charred
Vestal virgin
torn apart
of happy times
Disturbed dreams forever are...

Today

“Hey!”

“Oh! Hi!” Giggles          Laughs

Patter...      Fun...

“ICE-CREAM! ICE-CREAM!”

“1 for me...” “Me too!”... “Me too!”

Gaiety...

tiny     r u n n i n g      feet

Joys            Innocence

“I'm late!!! Oh! And so is the bus!”

SIGH Trepidation

Woosh! Swoosh!

Cars    r u n n i n g      by.

Twee....

Chirping?! Nah nah... HONKING!

Bow-wow.... wuff! Grrrr.... Bow-wow!

Meowwwwwwwwwww...

Moo.. Moo

Trrrring.. Trrrring... “Hello! What!”

Merry existence

                       Cnofsuion

C-A-C-O-P-H-O-N-Y

B O O M!

Crac---------k          CRASH               s P l I N t e r

S CRE AM

S H RIEK

Thud Thud Thud

Silence.........

As nothing but death survives

Music

A memory killed
An innocence lost
Into sweet chains now
My wisdom binds
The past buried
The future unsure
A hazy present
Of you reminds

The innocent laughter
Heartfelt smile
In my soul
I still survive
Words bring back
The stab of pain
Music binds
As rhymes liberate...

Humans

Boiled flavorful rice left on the porch
For the uglies to carry to the revered ancestors
To free their soul
Satiate their hunger
Free their shackles from Lucifer's abode
A death of joy
Imparting peace for the happy after-life...

Millions on earth as they die
Little fists outstretched for a grain
To stand up strong
On their twig like limbs
A tiny stomach bulging, air and dust swirling inside
A life of pain
Relief, as death unburdens the heavy earth...

Such is the mind
Such is the heart
And so are humans bound
Scorn for the alive
Tears for the dead
Life as it lies uncared for
Ashes saved in an ornate urn...

Daughter

The burden cried a soft, feeble cry
Her brother fed, giggled happily
The ragged doll lay dirty, torn
A shiny cricket bat as it glittered under the sun
The innocent tears fell in thick heaps
He was cuddled, held to a mother's bosom
The leering father, adventurous uncle
His pocket bulged with crisp new greens
Books dusty, utensils gleaming clean
The swings in the garden creaked happily
Shrouded in shawls, ashamed of femininity
He in a semi-clad body lolled around
The wedding reds, a bankrupt sigh of relief
A hope relieve as his new wife
Again filled the coffers to the brim...

Purity

Walking the path of darkness
Where even my shadow prefers
To follow me not
The blighted skin of the moon
straining against the clouds to give
A single silver among the black
Shrouded in my body cold
lies a feeling, so strong, so unknown
Fear forgotten, horror hidden
A love so strong holds me true
Compassion for the white
Tainted so quick, the pure so corrupted
A passion for the pure black
The fallen, the void, untouched
As it encompasses all
Even the tainted light now pure...

Chubby Cheeks

Chubby cheeks, dimpled chin;
Rosy lips, teeth within;
Curly tail, pink and pale
Eyes are brown, prettiest in town;
Supper fest, welcome the Chief Guest;
Tables groaned under his weight,
As he lay there, a pig impaled... 

The Untitled Pome...

The sullen night called
Dark, shrouded they walked
Spreading chill all around
Finally, homeward bound
Fear not these worldly wise
Beware, death walks before your eyes... 

The Stepping Stone

Running ahead, eyes shut tight
A boulder I stumbled and fell against,
I cried and swore and eyes wide open
Walked slowly, hoping to reach my goal...

The stranger heaved and huffed and puffed
And carried the rocks to his store,
Chiseled and smoothed he carved out steps
And the boulder became my stepping stone... 

Vanilla Moonlight

A shoulder to lean on,
Is sometimes all we need
Holding hands,
Walking on the beach
Candle-light dinners,
Gazing at the stars
Coz you complete me
And I love you just as you are...

The Dream

I have a dream and
I dream of it with open eyes
I have a dream and
I dream of being smart and wise
Of aiding the helpless, easing their pain
Of aiding little school girls, fearful of weight-gain
Of helping battered wives and mothers soon to be
Of holding a fragile hand and making everyone mentally free...

I have a dream and
I dream of it with all my heart
I have a dream and
I dream of dancing on hay-brimmed carts
Of tapping my feet to the merry songs
Of moving gaily without thought of right or wrong
Of shaking and hopping and singing along
Of dancing to every tune, every song...

I have a dream and
I dream of it, wishing it comes true
I have a dream and
I dream of being the next Nancy Drew
Of running round and round the world
Of deciphering clues with a mind whirled
Of punishing bad guys and earning fame
Of spying and hiding, yet earning a name...

I have a dream and
I dream of it every night
I have a dream and
I dream of writing tales of fun and fright
Of weaving a secret through pretty words
Of sailors and soldiers battling swords
Of gossip and love and castles of sand
Of creating a magical, alien land...

I have a dream and
I dream of it, night and day
I have a dream and
I dream of hiding my musings away
But then sleep vanishes and I face the light
Staring at a future, so dark yet so bright
I pinch my arm and on my feet try to stand
Sighing, frowning, get back to the task at hand...

The Language of Greys

He sat on the snow peaked caps,
Deeply inhaling the smell of ecstasy,
His elephant son as he ensnarled the rat,
Chasing him towards supposed retribution,
Down in the garden the nigger danced,
Surrounded by his bevy of concubines,
And the orange robed man sang praises of himself,
Poisoning all ears in the vicinity,
The lady dressed in silken robes,
Showered gold teaching the language of greed,
The three headed man as he lorded over,
Pain and suffering raged under his reign,
The measly shepherd as he led the herd,
Millions crucified all for him,
One man deciding to guide the way,
Shrouding women, condemning freedom to blasphemy,
A woman the epitome of motherhood,
Resorted to Cupid's bow to trap the man of her dreams...

Fear, rage, anger and greed,
Lust, laziness, gluttony and pride,
Who do I believe in
Who do I follow now,
Nothing no more black and white,
For the creator himself taught me the world of grey...

*Disclaimer: This poem does not advocate hatred or anti-religious sentiments. Nor does it wish to go against anyone's beliefs. I would like to ask for pardon if any sentiments were hurt. It is just a form of personal expression.

Memories of English Literature...

Away I fly to a wonder-land,
Where no Shadows of Ghost (Ghos'h') can ever me haunt....
Families Running just a mere sight....
Long I to read books on summer dreams
that to screaming nightmares do not awaken me....
Where Romeos just wayward lechers 
and for love they kill, not die...
Here men don't go gay for an easy lay
And women feel safe only with 'men'...
Dream Children create fears of population exploding
And Schools of Knowledge just google and internet!
Where for a Corruption case you bribe the judge
And Courageous Mothers battle the fear of school portions...
Romantic bringing mills & boons to mind
Victorian, when you manage a first class!
Jacobean, perhaps Jacob's siblings
When quality is anything that makes a profit...
Sen bringing a sensuous diva to mind.....

A bridge across
A bridge between now & then
Practical world outside us
Battling of a different world within.....


Dedicated to all my batch-mates of T.Y English!

Ba-Ba (Baba) Black Sheep

"Ba ba black sheep

(Baba black sheep?)
Why are you called thus?"
"Ah! My child the mystery of life
will be unrevealed soon…"

"Ba ba black sheep
(Baba black sheep)
have you any wool?"
"Yes dear, yes dear,
three bags full!!"

"Then my father, old father,
will you lend me some?
A tiny ball of gold & silver
should do mum & me
through winter..."

"No no my child!
(Are you my child?)
That one is for my master.
But I'll see what can be done
should the lovely mother come."


"Master? MASTER?
Who is YOUR master?
You the father of all!
And mother is busy
counting the greys."

"Greys? Greys?
The last I saw them
Thick & brown!
And my master is
the blue suit yonder..."

"Master?!?
Blue suit yonder?
The white with the tie?
The one who killed
my brother?"

"Ho hum, Ho hum,
Anthing more you want?"
"A ball maybe of copper
Baba or even
bronze would do by..."

"O o No no,
That ones for the special dame.
A creamy body,
dash of pink (glazed eyes)
Mr. Blue suits wife."

"Nothing for us?
Nothing for your sons?
To help you we bruise & toil!
Three bags wool.
THREE BAGS WOOL!"

"Bags you fill,

my stomach swells.
Happy & gay are mere dreams
for you mortals but not for
Baba black sheep (ME! ME! ME!)"

The plain mystery now revealed
of black & charred souls.
And home dejected went
the little boy
who lived down the lane...

Blissful Sleep

A close friend lost,

Handled a boss irate,

Reached home late,

A mother's fury faced,

A silly lover's tiff,

Break-up scare whiffed,

A father's glare stiff,

Met with quivering eyes,

Jealousy at work,

Envy at play,

Time stubborn

Refused to stay,

The day spent worrying,

The night tossing and turning,

Wrinkles lined youthful eyes

Creases marked shiny heads

Deep in thought I walked lost,

Insomnia my religion,

Stop worrying I can, I will

How to stop?, I frowned again...

The answer found,

Bed and pillow bound,

The only night I slept in peace

Was the night I stopped caring...

Satisfaction

Chocolate Arousing
Strawberries ripe
Gentle tickling cream
Bed of roses
Feathery touch
Ice-cold bubbly
Gently warming
Soulful music
Fills the heart
As the lips whisper
A happy sigh
Finally Satiated...

Santa-Claus

Laughing a merry, deep-throated Ho,
The bearded man jingled the bell,
A bulging sack upon his back,
A merry glint in his eyes...

A chariot drawn by thirsty wolves,
Starched-white fluff covered his frame,
Rotound belly rumbling, groaning,
Cheeks a-pink, glowing, red deep blush...

The joyful ones gathered all around,
His hand outstretched imparting joy,
Gleam nesting on each little flower
On his lap as they merry made...

The empty sack, littered ground,
Wolves' hunger finally satiated,
Santa trudged back to his little hole,
His bright red robe in moonlihgt aglow...

A li'l helping of time

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

Castles in air to build and create,
Day-dreams to live
C'mon, buck up mate!

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

Hour upon hour a clock chime beckons,
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Boggled minds blow wake-up horns!

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

Stop a second, sit and breathe,
Look out the window
Dream like a bird freed!

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

Forget your rush, forget the haste,
Life lived once,
Hold moments, don't waste!

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

And yet as the hands strike,
Another duty calls,
Dreams and wishes go on a hike!

So much to do, so little time,
Here wasting even a second
Feels like a crime...

Ciggy & the Beach

The embers glowed bright
Set against the dark twilight sky
A life slowly passing out
Providing solace to the blackened lips
The crabs dotted around
Lost in the quest for freedom
Broken shells littered the rocks
Waves crashing, breaking over the bank
The light from the dim stars
Guiding forlorn sailors
The light from the joy-stick
Slowly sapping life out...