let me contemplate

i need to contemplate
but neither at six
nor even till eight
why do you need to yell
if he understands  even before you tell

i need to contemplate
but give me a space
in your prayers' maze
i shall bow my soul down
before he comes at dawn

let me contemplate
let your prayers be great
before it's too late
before he sets the date
and carries my soul to heaven's gate

last date #chemo poetry

fifth date

our fifth date wasn't that great
it was a total failure in the first place
nothing was special. i hope it wasn't too late
to end this bloody cancerous maze

(mr che don't you see?
i think we aren't meant for each other,are we?)

never thought that you made me craving
at the sable liqueurs  you bring
you said it was great to cleanse this poor soul
so you hung it on the dancing pole

(mr che you are wrong,
i say this relationship won't last long)

you pinned that silver nail to my vein
invaded my blood from my toes to my brain
while i was quietly weaving a revenge
to my dearest mr.  chemo the black mange


sixth date

i smell death all around this chamber
i was lying there and you just stood at the corner
the shows on tv were as nuisance as mating mosquitoes
they were dancing as if i weren't looking

my head kept on spinning, thinking of that sweet moment;
the time when this cycle of torment  ends
the six-time-date that crushes my bones paralyzes my brain
and fills my framework with poison that exhausts my mind

no more dates with mr.  che the bloody guy
i dumped him today before the moon left the night sky
saying goodbye was the greatest thing i felt
"savor more of this exquisite liqueur " you said
but i chose to leave you forever with no regret

Sept'15

fourth date with mr. chemo #chemopoetry

here we go again mr. chemo
our fourth date should be as great
as those bottles of sable champagne
standing next to the engagement ring
you bring

i guess  it's the perfect excuse
to get sloshed on expensive plonk
to cleanse my stiffening veins
don't  you think mr. wrong?

let's pop the cork dear mr. chemo
are we going to have a party
or to recite a false poetry?
i'd rather have a bubbly date
but this time, you pay the memo

third date with mr. che #chemopoetry

yesterday was a great momento
twas my third date with mr. chemo
two bottles of black wine
completed the fine dine

exquisite liquid served
diluted into my veins
crept up my nerves
frozen my brain

mr. chemo, mr. chemo
wears no tuxedo rides no limo
ready with bottles of black wine
and i shan't whine
for the taste of the wine
always difficult to comprehend

the fourth momento
is about to come before agusto
but damned mr. chemo
keeps forgeting to pay the memo

coffee no more

i used to write my story,
in my coffee
i used to paint my dream,
on the clouds of its cream

now the cup is upside down
roasted  beans seem to frown
what's to brew if it's too blue?
it seems that my coffee gives no clue

four and forty

four and forty to be
i think i've enough to see
how's the glorious mr. time
badly cheating with ms. destiny

four and forty to be
i've tasted sorrow and misery
i've seen tears been shed
in the mid of those brittle breath

four and forty to be
angel of death looks so pretty
proposes me with sweet lilly
releases me from agony?

four and forty to be
i think i disagree

the blessed fountain

the hands of the creator
are carving a great sculpture
out of the lump in my breast
a sculpture of fountain will burst
and i shall call it the fountain of zest
where any angels may rest
and taste the water of fest

here,
underneath the fountain of zest
let all be blessed
and i shall rejoice with no fear
for his promise is crystal clear

"I will never forsake you"
and i know, its true...