DOODLES AND OTHER POEMS
DOODLES
pictures we make,
of different hues
to fill up the
pages
of each life's
books.
we sketch and tell
the stories of
drama
of thrill and
romance
just for the heck
of it.
we hate blank pages
so, fill them up,
making up
situations
melodramatic, colorful.
knowing definitely
at the back of our
minds
these are all
bogus,
nothing counts.
this debate over
Anna,
these arguments
over food,
these heated
converse
about choices of
dress.
all crap, bullshit.
will it matter
tomorrow?
ten years from now?
when we will be no
more?
these are all made
up moments.
to fill up pages.
to fill blank pages
with scribbles and
sketches
just doodling
on.......
3temple
the poison of
hemlok
he wanted to feed
me,
disguised cleverly
in
TEMPLE
the poison of
hemlok
he wanted to feed
me,
disguised cleverly
in
a goblet of gold.
he waited with
patience
to see me turn blue
and writh in pain,
in terror ,and
fright.
he did not know, I
knew
it was vile,
he could not guess
; I
knew his fatal
wish-
my temple of stone
was cold to touch.
it resisted burn,
it
resisted hurt.
there, in front of
the
crystal lamp
I placed my poison,
my
passions pure-
and drank it all.
in one breath
through.
I poured , let down
my
throat it fall.
it became so cool,
it became so soft.
he never realised
the strength of
love.
it turned the pain
to nectar mild,
as sweet as wine
it filled my womb.
I gained my
strength
got up and smiled.
the crowd first
whispered
then cheered and
cheered
and he just gaped
in surprise
like a fool
he,who never
learned
to pay homage to
love.
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