POETRY BLOG

The Little Things...............

2010-12-07T14:01:00.002+05:30

The little things, you do to me are
Taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me
Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating
My feet are stuck here, against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by

So back up back up take another chance
Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you
Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you
Give up give up don't you say that I'd be
Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin
If I'm better off better off, with out you boy

So don't just leave me hanging on

And every time, you notice me by
Holdin me closely, and sayin sweet things
I don't believe, that it could be
You speekin your mind and, sayin the real thing
My feet have broke free, and I am leavin
I'm not gonna stand here, feelin lonely but
I wont forget you, and I won't think this
Was just a waste of time

So back up back up take another chance
Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you
Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you
Give up give up don't you say that I'd be
Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin
If I'm better off better off, with out you boy

But don't just leave me hangin on...

Darling, I would love to be with you

2010-12-02T21:38:00.001+05:30

Darling, I would love to be with you
To share moments of pleasure,
To reflect on the nature of world,
To lie down on sun drenched beaches,
To hike on mountain trails,
To stop by a gurgling brook
To hold you in my arms,
To caress you and give you a kiss.
To see the foreign lands with you
And too, to sit in my garden with you
To watch the finches, robins,
Blue jays and cardinals,
Feasting on peaches
And cherries I planted.

I would like to read poetry to you,
sitting in the cool spring evening
in the rose garden I planted for you.
I would make a bouquet of long stem
Pink, yellow and red roses for you,
Pour red wine in your goblet
And munch crackers and crunch
On celery sticks dipped into
Blue cheese layerd with
Fresh cilantro leaves and mace,
while listening to Mozart
and Vivaldi in the background.

I would love to see you smile,
I would love to see you forget
All worries and be in the moment,
Sharing peace and pleasure
In my humble company.

It was biological

2010-12-02T21:28:00.000+05:30

When someone becomes
Philosophical and asks the age
Old question: why is he here?

I tell him:
Ask your mama,
Ask your papa.

It was biological.

And when he wonders:
What is the purpose of his life?
I tell him:

Ask yourself.
Don’t be a fool.
Live your life.