EMPTY STOMACH!

With the pain in the tommy,
 

the tingling hair on the head goes stormy

Intestine about to be purged through the mouth


 

mouth, made sour for long to shout.
 

Deprived of the flavors' taste,
 

tasted all day is a paste.

Leg shaky, not enough to slum
 

Even the inner mind en_routes asylum

The aroma from the kitchen, enough a cause
 

The nostril had sagged enough to take a pause

Knowing fully well,
 

that quenchant never comes for free, it swells

He wails for the stop of the drama,
 

because an hungry man,

is an angry man.

MEN ARE SCARED!

This poem is purely fashioned out of basic instincts of mankind, in relation to our thinking and way of life. Hear the inner voice of a man, listen to his confused thoughts. See what he bases his priority on, forgetting what he needs from what he wants. Find out what really makes a man a real man.

They surely don't know what the future envelopes,

and with issues of the heart, they would rather elope

With odd thoughts scheming, a lot to be altered

and wouldn't want the alterations make him falter

Within his thought, he wants the best qualities in his bride

Yes! A pretty bride, for others to envy is his pride

So he sets the limit to the qualities he wants,

not being meaning, and never by handwritten fonts

A lady not too dark not too light 

the hand she uses may not really matter, it can be left or right

but she must not be too skinny, not too thick

between, she must be photogenic

and be so adventurous and wild enough to grace his bed,

so romantic enough with a beauty that never sheds

a maiden with a flat belly

the one with a smooth face without using a powdered-jelly

the one with a sexy voice that his bedroom will always miss

with her pink lips to help evolve a romantic kiss 

with a clean figure that's never unkempt,

and her long hairs that never cease to tempt

not the type of wife that will suggest the toll out of the car when fund sags,

that's why he seeks the economical to price her tags

silently beaten down by his categorized thoughts,

even an admiration for a good cook never despairs the lot

all in one, so many wishes to unfold

a gift that never comes on a platter of gold

they would aspire more than they can even give out,

and the fact that they can't give even up to required is of no doubt.

There's never such law of physique for a picker

even the slimmest, after nursing two kids, she grows thicker

he would then gnash as she maintains the same position like a tanker

forgetting where the true treasure lies

for in her heart, the true beauty forever lies.

I'M A CHILD, NOT A BRIDE!

As a newborn baby I grinned,

After all, changing atmosphere to the world outside was never thought as green!

Added to the life I breed is an unusual coolness,

breeze blows all around in fullness.

A Triple up to the years, I had grown,

left to the memories were days I used to crawl; even when the pain around my knees never made me groan.

More to the years, alphabet turned my hubby;

The states and capitals I traveled to in classes held at school have made me grown chubby.

At Six, I became desirar of so many dreams;

But to achieve this, education is a realm.

The most important element of life I had was bravery!
 

Alas! For not far from these days, Father sold me out to slavery.

Within me, I had my glossy crystal of choice
 

But my tongue was still unripe to let out a discerning voice.

Hope and dreams shattered at a tender age,

I sigh solemnly as they rejoice to my broken future all in the name of a marriage.

The Man of black heart that paid my bride price flaunts a promise,
 

a promise not to pluck my flourishing flower was a demise.

Daggered my heart!

When in the wake of the morning, the red blood from my pant had stained the earth!

In desolate I wail in tears for years,

as my reflection in a mirror spears

four decades, the blood shade on my gown never wears!

Fire in my bone!

My joy, my aspiration, my dignity, all lone!

Will I in sadness forever bow?
 

Saviour, where art thou?

SLEPT LONGER THAN TIME

Earlier today, dew melts my glassy heart.  I woke up with my nose behind my pillow. This time around, I must have passed out whilst the breeze wrestled.

Realizing it was a long day ahead, my mind skipped a bit. I was not happy because I felt I had not slept much, but I managed to shift away from my comfort zone anyways.

Briskly, I rolled my eyeballs to the wall clock right in front of me, my glance turned a gaze when I saw "9:12 O'clock"; I nearly collapsed in my collapsed state, but I was strong enough to stand and see if the clock had actually stopped working since the previous night.

"The clock is working perfectly, I am late for work. Resumption is 8 am. That's it, I am doomed!" At that same instant, I noticed the unusual silence of the caged fowl behind my window. Whatever reaction that took place inside intestine, I ended up using the water closet.

In my mind, I had not slept for long. But happenings made the night far spent beyond normal. "I had slept in the evening, I wasn't drunk, so, how did I manage to wake up this late in the morning?" I wondered.

In my closed self-contained apartment, I hurriedly skipped daily routine, had my bath and quickly, gave up the ghost to the just warmed refrigerated-concoction!

I opened the lock, and was about to step outside, the key was still held within its lock hole when I realized I just had my dinner.

QUIT NOT!

Life is a race
Too slow to the brace
Too swift to wear a lace

Too fast for the weak 

for the gullible it's a leak

When things go wrong like they sometimes will

When road that you are trudging seems all uphill

When funds are low 

And blood has got little flow

When debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit 

rest if you must, but don’t quit

Life is queer with its twist and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had it all stuck out

Don’t give up though the pace seems low

You may succeed with another blow

Success is a failure turned inside out

The silver tints of cloud of doubt

And you never can tell how close you are

It may be near when it seems so far

So, stick to the fight

For beckon it is, the light

When you are hardest hit

When the gold-tunnel melts due to the inside heat

Is when things seem worse

So always have it behind the mind of your flaws

Like we were once told like a lad 

That quitter don’t win, it's sad

And as we would always learn that…

No matter what the situation might be;

         ‘That you must not quit’
 

 

MY FIRST LOVE

Paused severally to find those wonderful words

Only to get my inner mind stuck

Don’t even know which of your efforts to laud

As they all seem so perfect without a fault

Not even an area to jumble up an assault

Lot of emotions flowing through my thought

Lot of passions streaming down my blood

The only thing that flows through my vein’s cord

Is nothing but your love!

You are a potent scarcity of great prodigy

No wonder you’ve got a manly energy

Only for you I’ve got lots of eulogy

But just imagine,

I don’t even know where from to emerge

All I wish is to make your perfect effigy

So that the whole world would see

And also come to notice

What I could fashion out of you in rise

What a great model you have made out of life;

Your life, a different episode with amusing modules

Today I’m a superior nodule

If not that you are the spice

Let’s not conjure in lies

Really it would be nothing, but lice.

‘MAAMI’, always on my lips

‘Sweetest-mother’, the words with tips

I say it frequently that it’d make a million musical clips

What a wonderful creature I have in you

Wonder the equipment God used as tool

It’s as if you were made into several twos’

You never cease a day with your care

What a gem so rare!

Even after giving bread to life’s stew

You still persist to order the water for the soul

MAMA, you are nothing but the world goddess

So amazing you never settle for less

Guardian angel you always are

How I wish we’ll never part

If only for you to bread me is an offer

Without a blink, I’d drop it in my profile

So that you’ll breed me in life to come I refer

Tears drop across my nose

Don’t think awkward, there’s no loss!

Just emotions showing how much I LOVE YOU, MAMA!

You’re indeed my FIRST LOVE…

…LOVE YOU FOREVER DEAR MUM!