What to say about girls? tender delicate flowers

rainbows, cheers, Queens, angels, honey showers

Boys love them deeply but they reject sharply

we feel bad, we weep mad ourselves poignantly

Our love becomes a blossom, it blooms, soon dulls

A love for the boys is a jest for the girls...........

Sunday, March 7, 2010

EMERALD BEAUTY



Amicable doll oh dear emerald, lighter than a pencil smoother than feather
Mesmerizing beauty, rosy princess, cat walk sweety my lovely weather......
Mistaken to be a normal girl, I hurt you I'm very sorry mistress, adorable
Amidst of all pretty nature, you seem to me near and you're emerald pebble
Racing with the mind speeding with the talk, killing me with your looks kill me
Acting like a soft girl, you've sprinkled magic on me, what is it? please tell me

I have undertaken a good chore, that is to love you, may be your head ache dear
Leaving it is like criminal, sure a sin, don't wanna miss this chance, I fear
Oath is what I have taken to get you in my mind, to take you in my breath
Vow you that I won't leave you, please ever donot leave me my silver sheath.
Ecstasy fantasy, nervously I say I LOVE YOU dear girl , don't miss me.
Yo, it is surely me whom Angels sent for you and you to me to their need.

Orange lips , pinkish shy  ivory flesh heart with me please don't let me drown
Under the Sun, on the tranquil  let me be with you, taking a walk lane down


Writing On The Board

I see you while you solve the questions
I see you when you wipe off your tears
I see you in my dream in the late night
I see you even when you don't see me..


Scribbling on the board, turning with the chalk

Stooping and standing and squatting with a talk

Thinking in the mind, twisting the fingers and

looking in the book and turning your rosy hand

She is a the Queen bee dancing to the buzz but

Simple pretty lady is she like a princess in a hut


Pony oscillates and her voice temperates and her

skirt hops like the children for chocolates, shower

honey on her might, her sharp looks do a fright

white kite is she hold her on, to order is her right

a question is then solved, she reles her turn but

quickly turns up like a pulsar, again is her debut


Hips move and fro, she bends her eyebrow and then

puzzles and wuzzles for a twisted question bro, ripen

are her lips, oranges, chocolate chips and she turns

like a doll twisting round her hips and then she burns

for a chance, her feet do dance for she is the topper but

she's simple pretty lady, her beauty makes mouth shut

Saturday, March 6, 2010

In The Bus With You


Please look at me girl....
Are you shy or guilt......
Don't you like me..........
Do you really hate me??
If so then it means you LOVE to hate me na!!!!
Then say it happily, "I HATE YOU!"
But I love you!
Proceeding to a war, succeeding in my love
my heart rose and flew like a free bird dove
a book in the hands and I looking at you oh
Hosanna poetry flowed against cupid's foe
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

You stair up the bus or stir up my mind dear
swing of your hands do touch my mind , I fear
Your bag gently hitting me, pushing backward
scent of your morning spray, pulling me forward
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

we don't talk yet my mind blabbers a lot dear
it's not bluffing but trust me true, crystal clear
Mind writes a sonnet, my hands make a ballet
my heart and mindset move round you parrot
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

The bus takes a turvy turn and you fall a side
you move like a pendulum, yo I enjoy the ride
Like the one I'm writing, my mind has no rhythm
For this calculative mind, this needs an algorithm
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

You chat with the master, he buzzes something
I see and that's you, I understand him nothing
he poses a query for which my brain's not ready
Oh breath taking beauty, just keep it just steady
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

The vibration in the bus, you shake and spring
The lashes gently close and open, yup something
is there that ties and drags me to you tell me what
Friends call it madness, I feel it as love, judge that
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

Time comes to get down the bus and I feel sad
You don't turn to me, dear it is very much bad
But Thank God you didn't see me! Thanks to you
if you saw I would have told I think "I LOVE YOU"
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

First Bench Sweetheart

Dear, Is that a bomb in your hand?
You kill me with your looks dear!!!
Oh! Please don't kill me!


Hair gently autumn, fingers lift'em up
lips slowly open pearls then turn up
sitting in a cosy posture, I see her smile
she sends no mail nor any facsimile
she twists and turns like a spring on it
she's Ms. Perfect and she is only fit
writing and chatting, looking enhancing
she appears like a rainbow dancing
put off the fan she's so light than feather
bereft her cheer, oh! I just wither
She is a grenade, it is her look or a dart
she is my rosy first bench sweetheart

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

At the door!

Cute girl!!
Bye Santosh! You bid me girl, it that saying "get out!" or saying "Come tomorrow again" ?

You pull me up, though say go down
you bid me bye and give me thorn crown
You smile and go with your rosy lips
you break my heart and make into chips
I turn my back and you call me again
Oh you forgot your bag, I come so sane

Your eyes glitter and ask me to wait
I look down my feet in a confused state
My fingers tremble, then do I sweat
my toes come in motion, my heart's set
it says to kiss you before I go down
you bid me bye and give me thorn crown

what is this oh dear, it pains me a lot
to see you shut the door, you're my gold pot
I come down the stairs, I hear you faint
I feel to stay with you, cheerful and so quaint
your open windows, you there peeping
it appears to this silly mind, my love heaping

My toes chill me down coz I miss you
My eyes search you where I can't get you
I get my side, want to come there up
to tell you my love, I think is not at my cup
You come to my mind, n' I get very hot
to see you shut the door, you're my gold pot!

Her tear is a pearl

It's the time when my lover lost a competition... She was weeping, her failure churned my soul. I wanted to kill the winner but I could not do it...


A delicate slender spendid body has pink and orange eyes
a drop of tear rolled down as a rain drop from above skies
Cream carpet the path leaving its cosy trail just its behind
The face drooled down, her sad face always just and kind.
She lost her might, her face glory and light, she's in agony
her sorrow's depth was the depth of my love's symphony
her jingling smile which rocked the world vanished to sea
it was the sea of tides, the tides of grief, murmured as bee
Hope a thousand of curses be on the victor, where's was it
where was her tranquil smile? Why did it leave her? be it!
her fingers with a hanky approached her eye to wipe it but
another drop on her lash was ready to roll down, it's debut
She shrank within herself, for she lost her dream, let be it!
where have my prayers gone oh my God! where do thy sit?
She wept till the napkin was wet, yet still she shouted, cried
What can I do now, all in vain! my mind and heart now fried
I said to my Princess oh Dear my Angel, my Queen and all
" Gains and losses are part of this life, there's rise, we do fall
for which it's not good to weep, make fight and trouble, and
you could try for a new venture, I'll help you, lend thy hand"
Her sorrow bursted out and she started yelling at my face
" You idiot, rascal, stupid, donkey, and funny mental case"
She quit the Ceremony hall, ran to a far place crying, Take!
she's pretty even while weeping, HE never does a mistake!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Sleeping Beauty



Is that you are sleeping? Is that an angel there?
Or Has a magic spread on me from somewhere?
You in front of me in this train, dear taking a nap
mesmerisingly pretty, spinning the World's map
all around us, busy in their intensions and chores
me seeing you only, charming girl never do bores
hair fall gently on you just as a feather on grass...
none disturbs you, though trumpet made of brass
it's a swish of air that gently touches you my dear
becomes perfume instantly sleep oh, do not hear
you rock by the jerks of this vehicle, just cradling
like a months baby in a cradle, joyously playing...
Your handbag gently falls, you wake up to catch
dozing again carefully... It's so beautiful to watch
breeze cheers you up, Oh! you smile while you sleep
your tooth partly visible, part of the air gently seep
it appears like a pearl in oyesters mouth.. beautiful
I warn others not to disturb, with my eyes, careful
oh angel, let it not break! You don't speak up but let
your dreams speak up... Once you open them I fret
I tremble, succumb to shy... Oh don't kill me like that
your sharp looks in commotion, make me a dull cat...
You look through the window, where have you come
In this errand dear, the time is very very troublesome
You look then to me, I don't know what you do, why?
You love me or not oh dear.... the looks really terrify
I don't have guts to see when those are open close'em
for I want to admire your beauty then and I like them
Your lashes gently down, like the first part of the snow
that falls before a big snowfall, amazing really, you know
like the petals of a blossom, they bloom out slowly sweety
You are damn pretty when you sleep, oh Sleeping beauty..

Last Wintry Night

I had a dream after meeting my lover... It was as....

Dream: It was the time, I met my lover and I was coming back to my home, it was the same old backstreet from which I was coming... the street where I used to stand and sent signals to my lover.... A wind blew right then and my mind went into my past... this poem describes my feelings then....

It's chilling out and me lonely in the street
A full moon day, its glory is pleasing sweet
Drenched in your love its getting frozen up
My coat wants a coat, I can't see a tea cup
here it's all lonely, I'm searching you dear
people dozed, I can't shout but try to hear
I'm waiting for your voice, Waiting for you
waiting for your excuse, waiting for a clue

Yelling at the mansions, cutting through snow
dashing through chilling winds, wishing to go
back to my residence, changing mind to stay
wanna explore you , kiss you and make gay
maples fall, walnuts fall, snow falls, but I fell
your love so deep, none to heed still I do yell
"Can you hear me Girl!" I shout, shout, I gasp
Eyes getting cold, I still bold, search and I gasp

Caught your house but fear to intrude there
bcoz your parents anger might be still there
Your dreams may be disturbed, you may wake
you may scold me, whatever destiny can make!
It's such an odd hour but for love it's partly not
If I dare, a chance is there that I may be caught
suppose If I don't, can I resist my mind control
it's in your hand as it is like, my heart you stole

perhaps you are waiting, or are with me enjoying
in your eyes, we are in splendid heaven just flying
I don't know or Do I only know? coz you are me for
me is you, you in me and my mind has a bit of stir
what you may be doing? I only love you or any else
Rather you love me, somebody more than me else
you don't like anyone? For it's me only this time out
searching you, I yell, gasp, call, shout, shout, shout!!

Are you there in the house? how many storeys up?
Is there someone to stop you? poking their nose up
You called me this time... Is that just for fun and joy
watching my pain and tensions... punishing this boy?
have you forgot the promise? That you'd meet me..
Or that it's tomorrow else the other day? It's me.....
struggling and juggling.. Is this a jest of April first?
anyways, I need you this time.. please fill my thirst

The spark of reality hit my mind , the truth revealed
I got back my senses and my gay and joy uphevealed
it was tough to believe it but the suspense was joyous
I didnot heed to my mind for time, tension enormous
My mind came down cool, for we are already lovers
the street reminded of a year past which still hovers
when I waited and you accepted my love, we met before in park
in evening, I was in my way back to home, delayed was the spark!