Love is an elusive enigma
In a world full of drama.
It cannot he explained to a cynic
It cannot be cured in a clinic.
Its sharing warmth sitting close on a park bench,
Its lovers holding hands in a cold trench.
Knowing what you share without words spoken,
Sharing your last dime to buy a love token.
But its still elusive like sand slipping through fingers
The harder you try to hold it the less it lingers.
Waves of emotion riding the crest
Holding my bebe close to my breast
Kiss my heart with love in my nest
And I will treat you better than best.
Please knead my cried muscles
Relieve me of my tired tussles
I live life to the limit
Till I can pull out the rabbit
My chest heaves with exertion
My nerves reek of exhaustion
It feels like a tug of war
When everyone follow a “Star”
Kiss the man
Miss the woman
Who cares for its a moment
Live it up or have it spent
I love my world turned inside out
Without having an emotional bout
Stuffed olives or olives in a mushroom,
Be the bride or the bridegroom
Who are we to choose one or the other
Or beg the editor to be on the cover
Love me or leave for I am “me”
I am sure u will all agree.
The Bohemian look,
Borrowed from a book
Brings to life a creature unreal
A charmer who can kiss and steal.
She will capture with one smile
Walk the never ending mile.
You think you know her now,
Next minute you wonder how?
Dreams without seams unfold
Stories come forth untold.
Live some and love the dream,
My favourites are sweet like sugar ‘n’ cream.
Others unfold like a horror flick,
When they just murder the chick!
Dreams are but “your real” turned inside out,
No can hear your screams when you shout!
New endings are just disguised opportunities,
Hiding under your dogs fur coat like fleas.
When they finally come out to play,
Weigh your options don’t just throw away.
Search for gold in the dirt and dust,
Go with your gut and that I trust!
Who said I am naughty not nice?
Did you say I am full of sugar and spice?
It does not matter what one thinks or feels
The core is what matters not the onion peels.
Don’t let them get under your skin,
Its your right to goodness or sin.
Some people have friends in all places,
Tied together like shoe laces.
Some have none to cheer with at the races.
Just strangers with different faces.
Love my maggi curry noodles,
And my sugar dripping strudels.
Sour and spicy indian pickles,
Aromatic spices that awaken tickles.
Lemon flavoured fluffy white rice
Soda pops, ice-cream and fat fries.
I am a food lover – I admit
Know wonder my clothes don’t fit!!!