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wHAT WIVES HIDE sHE Asked

most wives hide

so many
more important things

from their hives
from hubbies
as they can't
hide lies

and which would
perhaps
end their
comfortable lives

Recast Your Head

.
of all you know
how much is not so?
recalibrate your scales

verify your upbringing
they'll tell you anything
santa bunny the least of it

learn to unlearn
re-educate your adultness
recast your head

Love Will Ye!

Love Will Ye!

I don't share
I buy love
In exchange
Ere I in the ego of my cancer
Finally derange

I am simply a poet
Of no consequence
Those who read me
Are my personal friends
And human beings
As I too am
One amongst the crowd of 6.5 billion
As much as you are
I too am one.

Lost My Horizon!

Lost My Horizon!

Mauled Virgin

It reminds me of stories gory,
Which traversed?
The finger-prints of time
Some one erased
From the earth a friend of mine,
Having mauled
As a lion a deer

He was such a rascal,
Oh now I fear
I let him go unknowingly then,
Had I been a bit braver than now,
I would have shredded those kinds of men
I feel guilty till today
That though I tried my best
To keep my friend away,
He made her go astray
What blasphemy,
He also finally got away.

I Thank The Lord!

I have no such handicapped child
But a young poet
17 years kid
In UK
Is dumb
And
Can’t walk at all
But her poetic ability
Surpasses many
So i tried to inject positivity in her
And i am happy to say
I succeeded
And
Then she read
Every one of my poems
And
Made a sweet poem
In each one
For me
An adorable she

God may help her too
I pray daily tis true

DELETED ERROR!

Deleted erroneous double entry

Aliveness

.
I love starring at the world with her
tasting the air
listening to the stars
her keen eyed observations
when talking of life

and then I look upon her
and I am lost
in another world
more beautiful than the first
with more foreverness in a simple glance
than all of history itself

but, of course, I will not confess this
I will not bore her with the obvious

Quintuplicates are coming!

Poetic creation!

I love twins
And
I love to
Procreate much more
As quintuplicate
In poems
Birthing
I conjure

Perhaps!
Perhaps
Nobel
Wanted to dynamite
The mountains to till
But we humans
Dynamite
To kill

Glad you read my poem
Which time
Had so stilled

Since long
Twas perhaps
Gods will.

Please also do read
My poem on
IAN

Edit Please!

I find msgs can't be edited
Hence here

Silhouettes

silhouettes reveal
much
not enough

two people
in shadow
each filtering the other

posture
neglected
in dark's forgetfulness

hunching
hiding what?
what can't be seen

a peripheral glow
softens
the edginess

sunlight
spoils
the image

the lighting
is not for
seeing

the objective
is
art

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