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A Poignant Memory
The Juxtaposed Twins
The Puritan
The Free Agent
The Intruder
The Patient Bird
The Coward
The Imaginary World

A Poignant Memory
(For "A")

Having discerned your dinky
Voice on that thundery evening
I was completely smitten
By you! I still am
Would that ever be castrated?

Your benign smile
Robbed the last bit
Of gumption left in me
Gee, how enveloped I was
But who is to be blasted?

I became obsessed with you
But you nonchalantly turned me off
Shouldn’t have allowed your
Precious love to brood in
The Holy of holies of my heart, should I?

Remember how interlaced
We turned out to be
The bond that binds us together
Is here to stay! Indestructible!
Not even with the help of an Atomic bomb?

Yoo-hoo! To confer on the
Progeny the zest of life
It is best to iron out
All the wrinkles pronto
Don’t you agree?

The Juxtaposed Twins
(For Mukhtar & Balqis)

What makes them so unique?
Is it their abstract identity?
Or is it being cast adrift?
Sure! Sending the Moon to Coventry,
Should not turn their manners abysmal!

For without the Moon
Revolving around the Sun
Life becomes devilishly
Complicated business
Oh! How isolated they are.

Their cumbersome lineage
Boggles the mind of the curious
But there they hang! Far outshone
The other Stars around them
Would they outshine the Sun as well?

Though their life soar
At the speed of light
In my eyes, they are
Just like a growing aspen
My beloved Juxtaposed Twins!

The Puritan

Having approached the city in a bolshie mood,
With a dark cloudy face,
Ready to plunge his bombardments,
It’s only putting her hurricane lamp on
That forestalled the earthquake happening.

His puritanical streak
Befuddled the psyche of the Hen
Sure! He seem to be
The Cock, but
Is he really the Puritan?

Being regarded as the capitulum
He shouldn’t float in the
Ocean of Sharks as the stubborn loony!
For he can coalesce the Tiger and the
Goat and still be the folk hero.

His wedlock’s climax
Would only be compassed when
He scrubbed the matrimonial hurdles
Let him try it!
Doesn’t the theme move mountains within?

The free agent

Can this blazing furnace
Within ever chill out?
As more often than not
A fusillade of iron stones
Finds their way right through!

I can no longer take to the sky,
I have been stripped of my wings.
Sure! I can’t fly without wings.
Utterly disappointed I became,
For they can’t see the golden necklace in my hand!

What intrigues me the most, is
How under false pretence they stare,
Like a doctor to his patient they appear,
From all angles they seem to care,
Yet their game is not fair and square!

For how long should I dwell in fool’s paradise,
Thinking the next cloud won’t rain like the rest?
Many would find my recourse just a parrot-fashion.
But my decision would not be off the track,
For I am aware of its recuperative power!

I move heaven and earth, then
Put my best foot forward to decide,
But I can’t see the other way round.
Alas! The destination is reached at last
Wedlock’s bondage is not for me!

The Intruder

Into the gently flowing river he descended,
As if parachuted from a UFO,
A sign of a drought he is,
For that glittering jewel in the sky,
He unknowingly grabbed away!

If he knew how I would be propelled,
Without delay he would have strayed,
Immediately he would be replaced,
Oh! This would only be in place,
If it’s really happening in a dream!

But the reality is so unreal,
Numbered the days are for real,
Gone she would be unto the hill,
Shielded by these three warheads,
Completely out of my reach!

Any attempt at filling the crater,
Would surely be to little or no avail,
For she is like a blossoming tree,
In a land whose prestigious throne,
Is wholly occupied by the grass!

My love for her is incomparable,
The pain of losing her is unbearable,
The destiny of this life is inexplicable,
For the glittering jewel is moving,
Unto the hill and out of my reach!

The deletion process is to commence,
When she is on the hill and at rest,
Into the “Recycle Bin” she would be sent,
And later be downloaded as a friend,
But would the “Hard Disk” ever agree?

The Patient Bird

Their reconciliation attempt succeeded,
With much praise they should be credited,
Our togetherness they want re-implemented,
Such a system that can’t be effected,
Sorrowfully we would arrive at the junction!

My pleas to the backer,
Yielded not the expected fruits,
As the possibility of such a harvest,
Is like that of a camel, which tries to pass
Through the eye of so tiny a needle!

If I am to forge ahead with the plan,
Broadening such an eye I must do,
Large enough to let a pride of lions in,
Hoping that my pleas be granted,
For that would be the greatest of all tidings!

But possessing not even an anvil,
Neither the hammer nor the expertise,
I am forced to live a life,
Full of loneliness and anticipation,
Of catching a glimpse of my wings!

More than willing to wait I would be,
For that precious moment to arrive,
And finally glance at my golden wings,
Even if that commensurate with the last
Of my many breaths in this life!

I scribbled these verses,
Informing those who may think,
Impotence has me bedevilled,
Poising to wait for the dazzle,
Is simply the verdict of that jury within!

The Coward

Appear she did more of a snub,
Amidst the lads doubtless the hub,
Around I flaunder, avoiding a flub,
Applauding truly gift of the gab,
Branded was I only a coward!

My blood freezes seeing that face,
Mesmerised by such awesome parlance,
"Miss" mutate to "Mrs" at once?
Mirage indeed, yet grow apace,
Branded was I only a coward!

Fearful of fatuous collision,
Forced awaiting for intermission,
Frivolous though palatable option,
Fully engulfed by hallucination,
Branded was I only a coward!

"Try to be a man",
She once recommended,
Fiesty a fella, so she suggested,
Romantic interlude soon exploded,
Never you be such a coward!!!

The Imaginary World

When the ship of life capsizes,
When the dale of gladness drains,
When the gale of grief blows,
Path to hallucinatory haven widens,
Welcoming the daunted soul!

With mind resting in the dahlia,
White doves spread everywhere,
The tree of impossibility disappear,
As the crown beautifully descends,
On none but the daunted soul!

The scenario seems quite alluring,
The serenity is really obsessing,
The obstacles no longer alarming,
As the rule of law is none,
Other than of the daunted soul!

You live in Wonderland as you desire,
You are released from prison of austere,
If you pocket all that I require,

Then inhabit my Imaginary World,
Suitable only to the daunted soul!

The stimulant is none but depression,

The ticket is painful desertion,
The chariot has to be desperation,
The gates of this world are always open,
To none other than the daunted soul!

The smiling doors are still agape,
Tha aromatic walls are still erect,
This Imaginary World still awaits,
But who could ever comprehend,
Other than the daunted soul!