in a few years’ time..
her charm fades..
fluffy skin hardens..
brown-eyed eyesight darkens.
a memory of a meager pleasure lingers,
selebrating pure kindness; Gosh, finaly,
eternyally; enjoy total madness..
brush life’s dust off her soul,
and hug her.
..A sublime still in a wedding night;
regardless of a carious theory;
she will be neglected;
never mind deep misery;
it was last century;
grand son in a cradle;
down to earth;
diverse, still unisex…
an elegance shines..
lips with a flair..
curves under brown hair..
a hair darkens..
lay down and wait..
a dawn of sadness..
can you hate?
everybody’s else madness..
never told a truth..
midnight at a bar..
materialistic thus out to a star..
leave me now…
blessed in a graveyard..
over rotten lungs..
nervous, still from a distance……
In a Jiffy, She loved a handsome six feet tall male.
In another one she had his baby,
In the last one, she waved goodbye to a six feet long box.
Disgusting life! she morns with grieve.
During the sixties, in a small village, a grandmother used to teach her grandchildren a traditional proverb: ” Profit exists where more legs Pass”. One can sell more lollipops before noon on a busy market. One of her grandsons disagreed and wanted to prove otherwise. So, he started a candy shop and randomly displayed snacks on the front window. The shoppers disliked the snacks. Lollipops rotted after months on the store’s shelve. It was a big loss; great he thought. With the winner’s spirit, he ran to his granny’s to find that the funeral was completed and granny is gone.
After years of wandering along a harsh midlife crisis,
it is almost over, a sunny era begins,
laughing with humming birds flying at dawn.
Memories bring back old days’ splendor; sparkling hazel eyes.
Eyes that sails with your soul to a heavenly horizon.
Gosh, can not leave behind a lavish life; crystals of youth and health.
As her fragrance just trances the place without a trace.
Today, new area’s curtains fall over a final episode.
Senseless, a wise journey was nothing but an illusion…
Atrocious were the ancient wounds.
Jasmine breeze under moon light deepens his scars,
His soul enjoyed horrible pleasures,
The uneven guilty ones at dawn,
Just never mind me, it will be over soon,
Once my weak heart dashes into bits.
By then, she will be hugging another,
hugs that praises shallow guilty pleasures.
Sick of guilt, fears, and lousy you.
“The heart was made to be broken.” ― Oscar Wilde.
; is Love the scamper.?
A passenger once told a story of his trip around the world. They started from his home town where he was born naked. The first trip was via an old ancient railway train that took them for a three thousand miles’ nonstop tour. Passengers used to eat, drink, get drunk and have fun around the roof top pool. The train stopped at a sea port where the same passengers took a sea cruise that lasted fifty-one days. The cruise stopped at seven main sea side cities where the passengers where welcomed and invited for a traditional festival. Enjoyed the stay in the city center where shopping was a pure pleasure. Foreign exchange was somehow chaotic. But finally, it went well.
Passengers waited for the bus at the last cruise in a city with a lot of greenery and fashion designers, not mentioning the wonderful perfumes and lingerie factories. The bus drove to the last trip at an international airport where there was neither check-in counter nor they had to show their passports. The route to the boarding gate was just open and empty. A young blond lady welcomed the passengers guiding them to their seats. The take off was a smooth one. The pilot and the crew were so nice and welcoming. Sushi and white wine were served.
Guess what, he added: the trip was free and the ports, railway, and bus stations were gate-less.
Well, that is not at all possible.
It is, in an illusion; the passenger murmured…
Father promised a gift once he passes fifth grade exam. Mother will prepare the cakes with ice cream and the usual strawberry juice.
It is only few days to the results to be announced; all are excited wondering what dad’s gift will be! this is his first time promised a gift. All through the years he was away; not noticing our birthdays unless mum reminds him. Mum always wondered why he is absent at family events and present when problems are around us.
The phone rang, mum picks up, she is silent, then she crumbled and screamed: dad is in the hospital in critical condition. Family rushed. Dad is okay but the nurse said that he will be is a wheel chair for a long time.
Exam results were announced, courier delivered the gift. It was a football. Sorry son, I cannot join the match. Dad whispered in grief.