My Lousy Poems- Part 2

Namaste, bloggers! 🙏

Today, I’m excited to share the second part of My Lousy Poems.

Mind you, this part exceeds in lameness than the previous one😂 So brace yourself

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1. A friend

He calls me “dude”.

I call him “bro.”

And off to this park I sometimes go.
We talk with cheer.
We talk with ease.
We discuss our life, sports and the breeze.

He calls me “man”.

I call him “bud”.

And we joke around on almost every stuff.
We talk.
We speak.
We chit.
We chat.
We talk of them, or this, or that.

He calls me “pal”.

I call him “friend”.

And on that man I can depend.
I trust him well.
He feels the same.

But,
I never really asked his name.

2. Roses and Violets

Roses are blue, violets are red, everybody should stop judging, especially you

3. For a smile

Dear friend, it’s been some time

since I read your poems

I miss reading line after line

of thoughts with which I’m smitten.

Your words are sweet.

I enjoy the treat

of reading them all the time.

You’re deemed elite!

it’s quite a feat

for me to bring out this novice rhyme

You’re so intelligent. damn inspiring too

maybe I shall write some poetry for you.

Something short, hopefully light and airy

like fluffy feathers or wings of dove or fairy!

Hope this poetry can add that simple, sunny touch

enough to make you smile, thank you so much 🙂

4. High on Love

Baby you’re like honey, and I’m a fly
Trapped in this sweet mess, I don’t wanna die
Your lips are like water on the hot summer day
I can’t stop drinking even if it sounds too cliche

Your existence is music to my ears,
Tuned perfectly to kill all my fears
your touch send shivers down my spine
So after you leave I like to drink my red wine

I reach out, eager to express my love, only to discover all the words have been stolen
Who directed this movie, I’m sure it must be Christopher Nolan
oh, and these stars aren’t fixed in the sky,
nor are they broken but surely I am so damn high

Hey, now that you’re finally with me
I look and wonder at the vastness of sky and the sea
How did I get here? you said to my surprise
We were here the whole night, remember you said I was funny and wise

Hey creepy dude get away from me
I was High yesterday and felt fancy free
You’re not my boyfriend you’re just full of shit
sorry to say but you’ve always been that dim wit

what do you mean baby girl
yesterday we were on the dewy grass, rolling on the turf
you said we don’t need any validation and hugged me so firm
oh, but, now I get it, you and your dirty terms

5. Little Abhi and the Coronavirus

When Little Abhi woke one day,
And donned his fluffy robe –
Coronavirus made its way
With pace across the globe.

It spread to China, Italy and Spain,
The States, and the UK too –
It travelled far by boat and plane
For each and all to view!

He washed his hands and stayed inside,
And over time at last –
He found with thrill and delight
“Coronavirus passed”.

And so Little Abhi lived to fight again –
He shook his head and sighed.

But an asteroid crashed then.
And everybody died.

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Hope you guys are having a great time 😁 I’ll be back with more stupid rhymes.

For a Poem – Pt 2

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I want to write a poetry book with simple verses
Sleep in the open air, like the old wanderers
up near the river
I’d hear upon the morning air
With my chin in my two hands, I want to sit and stare
the weathervane, the chimneys, and the wild flowers
That rise like spars above my city, straight and tall,
And the mysterious fluffy clouds over all.

I want to catch the blue mist of night in my hand
watch my room’s window illuminated by starlight
kiss the moonlight dreams
standing in the doorway
I shall see the springs, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts her blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
far I’ll dream,
alone, in rationed light

I shall walk the blue Gardens
that are a stairway into azure skies,
Drink from the Fountains
that weeps out of alabaster,
birds that sing All day —
of bloom, gloom and doom.
And riots in the streets below
Will never lure me from my task, I shall be so
Lost in this quiet ecstasy, the keenest still,
that I’ll paint this whole landscape
fierce and hot – through my burning quill

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For a Poem

Under the Stars

Sizzling
poetic passions,
shimmering skies
– in the gloaming.

Sapphire moonlight,
the heavens are open,
Suddenly,
– crystal rain.

A divine cascade
romantic waters,
where you at?
– my starbright?

Oh love,
behind closed eyes,
my soul
– belongs to you.

You are so beautiful
amour,
my idyllic muse
– in secret.

The wonders of love
divine inspiration,
let’s make love
– under the stars

A Sunny Morning

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Water gushing down the rock so fast
Mind watchful on thoughts so vast

The rays falls on the water
Reflections of colour dance on its alter

The grasses whisper in the wind
As bee’s flirt with their nectar

I feel the silence of time gone by
Makes the outside world seem a lie

Beauty and sound wash the mind
All negatives left behind

The sounds of nature in my head
Recharges my soul for times ahead

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A lazy Sunday

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A small fish, swam up to stare,
the sun’s converging ray.

Reflected in the rippling lake,
trees trembled, nebulous and gray

Sitting by a bubbling brook
watching the rabbits play

Tea poured from a copper kettle,
and cookies wait in a porcelain tray.

Bird sang melody, sky turned blue
nature’s beauty on display.

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