ring
feminine, life, Love

The Wedding Ring

The wedding ring

lay heavy on the

third finger, as my

finger ages, it sunkens

and digs deep. The

wedding ring never

ages, its tiny diamonds

still sparkles, it glows

like a pale moon…

A woe, a misery it

has tight grip around

my swollen finger like

metal shackles…

It’s glorious sheen

encircles my timid heart

As I finish my odd chores

I look at my wedding-ring

It never ages!

I threw it once down the

stairs, had a toast to

myself but a well-wisher

left it in my porch.

I lamented!

My finger has aged but

the wedding ring never

ages!!

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steak
food, History, Humour

Forbidden Steak

Enthroned regal on the chef’s handpicked

plate, adorned with the Grecian cutlery.

Crowned with a dash of lush-push

glistening glorious butter surrounded with 

the gleeful wild mushrooms, snobbish

handpicked Romas, and that indifferent

Sun-baked Potato King.

 

Juices of Youth overflowing through

edges, butchered  just this morning by

some sturdy Polish hands, around

The Madison Square Gardens…

 

If wars were fought for the Helen of Troy 

or Roman Empire was fallen who knows?

A sinful bite of those decadent juices from

luscious fats is worth all the battles taken

with the mighty Vegan empire.

 

Choirs of the Weight-Watchers might

conspire, The great David may 

not rescue this time…

 

Gods smile on beings who resist and

endure, I might never be under any

benevolence or in League-Extraordinaire

of Skinny and Thin

 

I’ll surrender to the horrors of every 

calorie-watcher or prying gaze of my

wise Aerobics master. I’ll sing my grace

and dig into the flesh of forbidden

Steak today..

 

man
Inspiration, life, poetry, Uncategorized

I Am A Sucker!

Yes life hurls stones and pebbles

fate bombards proxies, follies

phonies but hold on….

I am a sucker for one more!

I devour failure like a hungry

homeless for I’ve nothing to eat

so I gulp every failure down my

parched throat till the-bitter liquid

of failure syncs-with the juices in

my emaciated stomach…

Oh! It churns, it widens but I ask

for more, I ask for more! I am a

sucker for all the losings humans

are capable of! I tasted sweet

success this morning when I took

that hard stone on my heart,

laughed at one more lie, swallowed

one more bitter pill, devoured

one more failure down my throat!

I am a sucker!

Misfortune
Inspiration, life, Love, Uncategorized

RESURRECTION

In the darkest pits

of soul lingers a

little flame kept alive by

the rays of purity.

A perpetual fire,

illuminating the grim

core, burning the

edges of stale

misfortunes…..

A lone flame standing

its ground against

cruel winds of fate…..

Assuring that heaven

is right there with-in us,

surrounded by our own hells,

and in the end resurrection 

will take place out of the

ashes of that tiny

inferno….

 

 

 

 

 

love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

Swathed in the warmth of your skin

in awe of deep amorous breaths,

slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats

provoking  gentle ripples in me.

Without a hope for redemption

under the ardent urgency

surrendered and taken away to

the prisons of your venereal mockings

to be arrested under your

love-spell!

 

 

Uncategorized

Long Route

I might again take a long route tonight!

Yes, yes I’ve some chores to do, few words

to keep but no harm if I just walk around.

 

With lovers abound I feel some kisses are

rightfully mine. Let me gulp down a barrel

of good old whiskey of Papa’s broken-brewery,

I too deserve some cheers to be alive.

 

Miracles happen post midnight after tik-toks

of the vodka shots when a toothless tramp

appears to be a heavenly vision of Michelangelo’s

chiseled David erected way tall. 

 

Really no hurry if I match few steps with my

homeless prince to flip a coin in famed Trevi

fountain in site ,once again  to check on our

fates as we both have no one to keep us

warm tonight!