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Saturday, June 09, 2007

My luck at the ball

I asked her to a ball
She was such a doll.
All said and done
She’s gotten me appalled

And the dancing was fine.
Very refined
Her moves were perfect.
But not the movement of her eyes

There were more onlookers
Before I knew
Looking at us dance
Like I was the undeserving beau

And then came a boy
And another while I was still there
Before the turn of the hour
It was an aficionado fair

Little while later
When I had given up all hopes
To see another glimpse of that lady
The director pulled the ropes

And all of a sudden
The glare light was on me
Came a flood of ravishing
Deserted fine ladies

Who needed a Barbie?
In fact she had done her job
By occupying all other masochists
She had left for me -the lot

But hold and behold
The game didn't end just then
For came the prince charming
The mighty Mr. Ben

And in a tux that said Armani
And brands smitten all around
The most eligible bachelor
Got the Barbie for his crown

And the oh so very smitten
Boys realized that they
Had left their consolations
To the mercy of the stray

That’s how the night ended
Of meteoric fantasies
And come to think of it now
It does almost sound funny

Friday, June 01, 2007


Poems are too many
of rains and butterflies
So this once, of tempest
I set out to write

The tormenting rains fell
Soaking grains of sand
In unison they merged
The sky and the land

The intrepid wind
Fostering all their might
A leap of knots
To match the stormy night

And windows prattled bizarre
Besieged and bare
The crescent moon canopied
By the nights intimidating fare

Loud and insane
The winds continued to whine
The ruddy trees silently
Witnessing their crime

The boulevards lay shadowed
Under the grazing train
Of an enraged tempest
Lying alone mellow and sane

Then the placating dawn
Gradually broke upon
And the night of the tempest
Subsided, till it was gone

And songs broke out again
As the newborn cried
Little rhizomes broke through
The earth, to drench in light

And the dainty zephyr rushed past
Rustling through the leaves
The child of the night
The tempest conceived