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We are down not OUT

 

We are down not OUT

Ravenous dogs of winter came riding chameleon fall hearse
They fell on us brutally tearing flesh sucking our marrow
Satiated they bayed at the morose moon hanging in sullen sky
We mourn not violent rape yet again by heartless curs of winter

Wait! Hold on! Don’t you dare feel sorry for us please!
Our heads maybe bowed as we stand stark denuded bare
But we stand proud, dignity covering our bones gnawed clean
We have no rancor in our hearts nor do we vent our spleen

Just as death is inexorable implicit and the ultimate truth
Seasons too come and go and these bad times too shall pass
We wait to receive an SMS from the anklets of the summer belle
Borne by the wind carriers from across the mountains and valleys

They are the harbingers of good tidings when we will rejuvenate
Wear colorful threads over our threadbare spines stoically supine
We’ve been tutored and blessed by monks meditating in our shade
We will be reborn to flourish n nourish the air n every creature animate

We are alive
We will survive
We will thrive
We are down, not OUT


(first pic. is by sophie Carmalin- 2nd is from my son’s backyard)

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 I will Survive

 First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you’re back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you’d be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
’cause you’re not welcome anymore
weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I’d crumble
you think I’d lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
I’ve got all my love to give
and I’ll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I’m saving all my loving
for someone who’s loving me

Three Sisters

Three Sisters

 
picture from the internet

Walking own tangents
sisters three were we
like a spread palm of hand
with fingers hanging free

one was a terrific jack of all
a veritable paragon of virtues
the other a beautiful foodie
last a confused chick, shaky

like a rising phoenix the gifted
surmounted and survived all odds
the middle one opted for sweet love
basking in the bliss of domesticity

the youngest, a gangly oddball
ugly duckling learning to walk
one day transformed into a swan
suddenly glided off the family lawn

Nature and development take their own sweet time
Appearances are deceptive has been proven all the time
One man’s meat is another man’s poison surely and
Spoon feeding with overdose of love stunts growth awfully!

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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
Edward M. Forster

Trouble in Paradise

Their love life began at age three
With shared milk n cookies spree

Sunning on rooftops their mom’s gossiped
Kids often fought over toys some or all of it

Their dads were fond of tamed white doves
Which the kids learnt to fondle n command

In school years homework notes were exchanged
The doves carried them to and fro thus messaged

Adolescence wrought tonal change of missives
Love and passion crept in as hormones kicked in

Their love had seen all weathers, weathering all
Families decided to tie them in wedlock’s thrall

Career move brought them to the Big Apple’s shore
They relished the city taking to it like ducks to water

Each Valentine’s Day they exchanged perfect red rosebuds
This year was their twelfth year and dozen were the buds

Next day a cousin sister, mutual close friend came to visit
She had incredible figure face n he couldn’t take eyes off it

She played him beautifully had him eating out of her hand
Much to disgust of her chagrined cousin’s love complacent

After week of mooning around siren and taking furtive chances 
He guiltily caved abjectly sorry seeing wife’s withering glances

Post apology she made him buy jewelry and a dinner and dance
He accepted this let off for faux pas as he loved her very much

On arrival home after night out, siren was ready for coffee n talk
Cousins exchanged naughty looks, burst into laughter giving shock

The siren then extended hand for winning bet of hundred bucks
Wife extracted note from purse ruefully admitting to easy loss!

He wanted to dispel the mystery of the bet and their laughter
She informed confident of their love she’d been bet instigator 

Siren had accepted bet deciding to give cousin a run for money
She knew gorgeous looks made men prowl as bears to honey

Bro-in-law despite supreme love for childhood mate n Valentine
Had fallen prey to sis-in-law’s glam looks, coy moves clandestine

Paradise lost foolishly was finally regained
The bone of contention was after all a buddy

He she her-threesome
once again became twosome

Paradise regained

Amen

all pictures from internet- not mine

Three Sisters

Three Sisters

Walking own tangents
sisters three were we
like a spread palm of hand
with fingers hanging free

 

one was a terrific jack of all
a veritable paragon of virtues
the other a beautiful foodie
last a confused chick, shaky

like a rising phoenix the gifted
surmounted and survived all odds
the middle one opted for sweet love
basking in the bliss of domesticity

the youngest, a gangly oddball
ugly duckling learning to walk
one day transformed into a swan
suddenly glided off the family lawn

Nature and development take their own sweet time
Appearances are deceptive has been proven all the time
One man’s meat is another man’s poison surely and
Spoon feeding with overdose of love stunts growth awfully!

***  ***  ***

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
Edward M. Forster

picture from internet

Marketplace Rope Seller

The Rope Seller

I am a mere rope seller dear friend
I hawk them to join my life’s rope ends

Life has been a mixed blessing at best
A devoted wife, two offspring blessed

My children’s degrees on our home walls mock
Jobless they toss and turn in agony and shock

Too educated to work in family rope shop
They continue to seek jobs, wet eyes mop

Daily my blessed wife religiously does temple rounds
Her slippers tell their sorry tale amidst holy bell sounds

I am the head of the family thus resolutely I go on
Put food on table for my hopeful wife and children

I am a mere rope seller dear friend
I hawk them to join my life’s rope ends

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 (picture from internet)

 

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