The Wizard


Some people ask:- “What’s it’ you say?”
Parry them I:- “With words I play…

Bedazzled, stand they, gazing broad

I point at them, while they applaud”
“What ’bout ‘s all the fuss?”, a voice.

“Oh crowd, I’m left with no choice…

How dare forget my name, you dude

This act of yours is utter rude!
For you’ve not asked from me the same

Involved the crowd to my shame!

It’s time to show you wizardry

You turn ‘nto toad by my decree!”
With that he gestured ‘nto air thin

A toad turned man sat aback then lean

With watery eyes, glanced at the crowd,

While wizard stood all great and proud.
The crowd spoke:- “With words you play…”

A scared pause added:- “…was what did you say”

“Afraid?”, exclaimed the spellweaving man

“It was just humour, that’s all a plan!”
Our wordmeister swung his hands.

In a whiff he changed the magic trends.

The toad leaped up and in no time,

Hugged him, shameless, covered in slime.
Wordplaying man was set aback,

Slime flying about with each whack

He did renounce all the claims:-

“I’m not the one who binds in chains!”
“What, what?”- crowd got all confused

To speak any further he refused.

Toadman spoke:- “All of you we do address,

Don’t worry, we did not digress to your distress
He’s an actor- I’m the man, his magic’s fine

And this darn script ‘s of my design!

I guess you all were played damn well,

You read till here and that is swell!”

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The One on Strength & Perseverance


When people ask me:- “Are you strong?”

I point, that their question’s wrong,

I say:- “It’s not just really all the strength,

That helps survive you to this length.

But how, this length, you do perceive

Through all the friction you recieve.”
When people tell me:- “Wrong, you might be!”

I flail them, “That depends on how you see.”

They preach how strength and even power

Is grown with friendly people’s shower

Of their goodwill and blessings; “That’s thin”

I say and add, “This first comes from within…”
They scream and shout, “How dare you!?”

Of egoism, in this debate, they me do sue.

“A little scared they’re, ‘s what I think

To face their sins and cross that brink,

Confess of evil thoughts lurking their mind

And speak of how they fight ’em for mankind”
Each day, each night, each dusk, each dawn,

Pitch black heed grows our mind upon.

We strive, we fence, we burn, we fight,

With morals, ethics, brought up might

And frown when fellow strikes amiss

And finds oneself in dungeon bliss
He is not strong, not strong at all,

For him his friendly people took the fall

And now all they all do is just repent

On how ugly scary was his dissent,

And how they had in this no hand

And this was only his failure grand!
The lonely bastard’s hit hard by wall

How people standing by him tall

Now vanish, never to be seen,

While once lost mind, is never clean,

And there he sits in stone cold cell,

With all well-wishers, lest wish well.
He sees now, that this sin his- grave,

If only once he were that brave,

To shut them out, stay solo- soul,

And let his wicked thoughts to crawl

And face them straight with no advice

From friendly people- witless’ demise.
Then maybe, maybe he’d have seen

That strength he seeks is there within

 And darkness shunt away, aside,

That right came with no one beside.

For no one’s wicked born with head,

But it grows unto them instead.
But what is done, is done and stains,

And now he’s left to endure the pains

Of heavy chains and morbid thoughts,

With none, but hope of grimly sorts

That perseverance’s all what’s left

Now, lonesome burden for him to heft.
He might not live to tell his tale,

But this- a thing one must not fail,

To seek and find within that good

Which makes one strong or so it should

At least to judge oneself permit

Where people rise, where fall in pit.

Pedal of Century


It was half past eleven, then a quarter to twelve,
Then creeped the clock stealthily for a gong beat.

We sit, somewhere lay we, in deep thoughts we delve,

Mind like some clocks did serenade and tweet.

Our stupor, if not turned to a slate’s screen

Is rather enthralled by the darkened bright skies

Or maybe traversed to some grasslands lush green

Calmed, but not really, we shut down our eyes.

Anxious lay some, restless are others, few left baby-like,

Heartless some, broken are others, few lay cold and alone.

What they all really need is to take that darn, lovely bike

And pedal way deep into abysmal abyss with no phone!

Impressions


Remember the first time you were scared, but not really…

Sometime around that time, your infancy left.

Remember the last time it all felt so easy, but not really…

Someone made sure your castle of childhood was built.

Remember the first time you lost, but not really…

Somewhere in that decision, you befriended your teens.

Remember the last time you risked it all, but not really…

Someday, thus somehow, we all matured.

Verbose at night


Lots of emotions + a vocabulary growing extinct day by day may lead to a creative envision of the events that can be visualized by an imaginative reader…

This is a first breach into this genre, I have no idea what effect will it have on you…

Please review…

A lady mind- centred foreplay erotica…


Verbose at Night…

Night of a Glance

 

My heart is full with love for you…
My eyes are full with gratitude
My feelings yearn for your attitude
But feelings’re tender things…
I think of you, I thank you
I wink at you, I thank you
Declared my love with heart on plate
I slipped, but I hope I ain’t late…
(My brave and lovely Sweetness, cat,
She’s sleeping on her lovely mat…)
My baby, baby- I will sleep…
For now, you listen-don’t be a creep!
(For I’m in love with curly hair…
And girl is fair, very fair…
Her wavy red sea all around,
Her wavy bosom.) “I’m on the ground
I see the stars, I see the eyes
But I fail more to fantasize…
My fingers weep for her lips a touch
Thank you so much, thank you so much…
Yes, maybe I am mad right now
But I am now, I’m very now!!!
‘She’s still afraid of both my eyes
That I’ll like her less than her disguise.
So I’ll look forward for her gaze…
She will amaze, she will amaze…’

‘Brave up, my heart, for we are trying…
Please, do it right- we’re not flying…’
I think of you, my eyes swell up…
My pounding heart- please, don’t screw up!!!
The thought just stays in all those curls…
All feelings, all like water whirls…
I see there maths and maths sees me…
My heart shouts out- cease me, cease me!
Those eyes, eyes of emerald are those…
I look at sun, I look up close…
Their blinding beauty finds me now…
I’m blinded, thus I ask-“Just how?”
Things, she claims she’s never heard…
Amazing, that had her, never stirred…
She feels afraid, yet warm at soul…
But all that fear makes her a ghoul…
Just understand he’s afraid too…
And she is too, and they’re too…
Of seven is afraid that two…
For it ate nine, but I won’t you…

(For those who get emotional a bit)

Sweetness, Sweetness, please don’t cry…
Look that’s dancing “chicken fry”…
What about that wrapping roll?
It grooves so bad to rock’n’roll…
Flying saucers, falling pans…
That’s how kitchen things are- they dance…
Clunck- a clunck they spring about…
Are you sane, damn,  are you sound?
Oh my God, my God- that a mess!!!
Oils, vinegars, sauces- on recess…
Cleaning up will be a  stress…
They’re shaking them legs no less…
My little curly mess right there…
Starts moving as if she doesn’t care…
She goes around and turns about…
With kitchen sink clapping, so sound…
Crazy wild girl and kitchen tools…
Prancing about the kitchen, like fools…
He walks inside and sees her that sad…
“Come dance with me!”- THAT’s very bad…
Chairs and table all vanish aside…
He’s lucky to have her by his side…
Now she is smiling all along…
His mission accomplished all so strong…

Night of Feather

To the lady with stars on her cheek…

(This pretty being have I seen…
Becoming hers I got so keen…
Has lots of thoughts up right her mind…
She all time catty, smiling, kind…
With emeraldy eyes at me she gazed…
With feelings’ coating soul my glazed…
She got entwined in all her thoughts…)
But I am there to connect the dots…
Fearless Sweetness, she turned mine…
Though that was not by my design…
Me becoming hers, she became mine…
Well, it sounds great and still goes fine…
(“Don’t get sexual!“- that’s what she said…
Yet, biting her lips, she lied in her bed…)
‘I went right on describing filth…
She imagined all, but felt her quilt…
I pushed the boundaries, controlled myself…
For her request, I ceased THAT self…
She went on saying, yes that’s right…
I had her then and I felt- might…’
She said: “No sex!“- yet dwelled ecstatic…
‘I felt her thighs and then it’s static…
Taming the beast, stopping right there…
It’s not just me, you too are there…
In my hands there is your hair…
Yet no kiss, all we do is stare…’
Don’t get sexual, yet please embrace!!!
That’s the most amazing maze…
Solving which I’ll pass my time…
Kissing you- committing crime…
Right I see the way she does pout…
An urge to have them in my mouth…
I can’t see things, a blurry vision…
To kiss or bite- a tough decision…
(He waits, he waits well past midnight…
And get a glimpse of her he might…
He thought he’ll catch her, then they’d kiss…
But to his left, in car left his miss…
His desperation growing old…
He yearns to feel, when her do hold…
Away with chivalry, away with thoughts…
He’ll have her then, with all the clothes…)
(She hopes, he’ll get the magic right…
To feel her, she’ll give him a green light…)
(He’ll cage his energy for feather’s touch…
He’ll give her things she’ll love so much…)
(She has her wings, but won’t let them spread…
Envisioning things all time in her bed:
She’ll see him climbing over her…
She’ll clutch him, make him own her…
She’s shy, she’s there right there in bed…
All kinds of things right there in head…)

(He can’t control, he can’t resist…
To find her soul, clenches her wrist…
Right on her, he falls all slightly…
His intentions she can’t take lightly…)
We can’t, no sex, no damn ways…
(With her legs she clings to embrace…
To get his mind, to help his mind…
She clings to him, so damn tight…
Her lips don’t leave his- tight embrace…
He truly, truly can’t feel his face…
With both his hands- he her head he takes…
He doesn’t care what is at stakes…
He pushes her head well deep in pillow…
Her fallen hair resembles a willow…
He licks her once as if she’s cream…
Then she wakes up- it was a dream…)

Night of a Touch

(She hides her mountains with them clouds…
Leaving all men die in doubts…
She hides the rocks right under waves…
He never knew he got one of them babes…)
(In rocking chair he rocks and types…
While his lady gets her shy vibes…
His mind right now, pounds and hypes…)
Why isn’t she from naked tribes…
(“Please stop, please stop!“- she says out loud…
But not for him, that’s all for crowd…
She craves and craves for each word that drops his lips…
That maybe he’ll kiss her with his hands on her hips…)
(She has that wink, she has that smile…
Her racy voice is heard from a mile…
She can seduce with “Mio  Amor…
He’ll let her in and shut the door…)
(What he’d have done if she was wild…
His efforts would’ve gone a mild…
For she’d done a lot of things, her own…
Forbidden things she would’ve shown…
The door is closed, the eyes wide shut…
The big bad wolf just blew the hut…
The huts-his head, the wolf is she…
With her on top that’s how sit we…
Right on his shoulders all her weight…
Get to the business thinking straight…
The warmth of thighs is turning on…
Look at her shyness all its gone…

(His head in hands they dance in stance…
That’s a tornado for a foreign glance…)
(He bends right forward holding her back…
Her butt- the table, with a smack…
He frees his head and behaves right…
Goes from the thighs up to her might…
His waist on hers that feelings warm…
What happens next is just a storm…)
(Her hairs’ on table, back’s her bent…
She kisses him, impacts a dent…
He holds her tight amidst her flight…
Their closeness feels perfect and right…
Her lips on his, she bends her neck…
Her hands go down… He’s:- “What the heck?”)
(That naughty- shy girl spreads her wings…
Now, she is doing crazy things…
His collar is clutched, neck is licked…
He was leading, but now feels tricked…
The raging monster to him she clings…
Back unto the wall their union springs…
The wall’s a cheat, it’s not right there…
He’s on the ground out of nowhere…
The fall left him out of the breath…
Breathtaking- that’s how she looks- a bet…)
(She takes his hands and leads the blind…
For things he might not ever find…
She says- “Be gentle!” Less she knew…)
(He was an artist- her he drew…
He drew on her like on canvas paper…
He felt her arms, like sticks- the draper…
His slightest touch left her like goose…
Hands at her back unhooking them loose…
After much time she gives him to lead…
He feels her up with no less greed…)
(Enlightened, she lifts her eyes to ceiling…
He touches her lips- she’s very willing…
She slides away her plans on tips…
He lifts her closer by her hips…
She looks at him with funny discontent…)
(He gets this- lady is crooked and bent…
With open palm he goes through hair…
Her skin so soft, babyish and fair…
His other hand on her back gets under…
Her skin, a touch is just a wonder…
He leaves her hair and gets tight pressed…
His interest got her impressed…)
(She backed him off and in a jest…
Removed her very skinny vest…
The boy astonished, mouth wide…
Is that adulthood by his side…
He meddles, waits, her to give a cue…
She sits like that for moments a few…
She saw him brave, but now he’s not…
She sees how helpless, shocked he got…
She then rewards him with a tight embrace…
And heard his heart in chest run race…)
(Two points of excitement pressed against his chest…
To interpret he does his best…
He feels her hands slight down his waist…
His shirt was pressed- oh what a waste…
Unbuttoned him like in that game…
He then got lucky- and for her- fame…
He sees them right and firm and tight…
Touch them as well he maybe might…
He feels all grateful, all again…
In her embrace he does that drain…
Her warmth against his jumping chest…
He feels her breast, yes that’s her breast…
He didn’t figure- the switch got on…
To give her he’s got feels a tonne…
His hands run free & wild and got behind…
What he did there is on your mind…
That’s hard to stop, high is the tension…
He longs for this moment’s extention…
His first encounter with a her life…
To catch his breath he had to strife…
He lifts her up and lay on ground…
To her body his mind is bound…
All he sees- switches a bunch…
He sucks her lips with upward hunch…
He leaves her lips and licks downtown…
He is her king, but where’s the crown?
His lips on left, on right- his magic…
Hard- soft, hard- soft, to make it tragic…
She kissed his head, he kissed her bosom…
And overall it feels so awesome…
He gets some teeth right on her nip…
She gets so high- a marijuana trip…
He’ll stop it there, let her think…
Next time at him when she’ll wink…
She will undress him-  and so will he…
His hands so gentle- where they should be…
They are free, this can be true…
Now she can think of things to do…)

 

4SJ

 

Please, tell me how this is…

Deep thoughts for Your Birthday


Your eyes are closed…
Your lips froze in pout…
One candle gets dozed…
And everyone gets loud…
Calling mother from the cradle…
Wooden horse and on it’s saddle…
Running to school with such a zest…
Becoming older, becoming best…
I thought I’d write for you even more…
But cake I see and my eyes sore…
And well my battery is five percent…
Happy Birthday, my dear friend!!!

Me to You


People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…

I want you, walk right beside me…
And I left that up to you…
Demon- Heart is right inside me…
Clawing through my chest to you…

Fear not- I am the right one…
Take no time to think it through…
Feel the breeze and let it flow some…
Flow with me I’m there for you…

People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…

I’m your bug and you’re my lantern…
And there’s a light coming from you…
In your love, I see a pattern…
Hearts & Hearts and there are you!!!

I’ve told you, we’ve discussed this…
So no more I can see you…
Don’t you ask, whom will I miss…
Fly away- God be with you!!!

People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…

Fashion


From what you wear,
to your gear…
Among your friends,
to public trends…

Something, that started
with the lion’s skin
And beautified
the hair pin…

From the clothes
on the Barbie doll
To the beauty
pageant’s call…

From the blingy
sticker on your cell
To something viral
that they sell

From curled up lines
around her eyes
To gentlemanly
bows & ties…

Fashion, fashion everywhere,
you happen to blink
Fashion happening over here
nothing left to think!

Twenty’o’seven


It’s twenty’o’seven and I try to find you…
Your smile is like heaven, when I’m right beside you…
I wonder, I hope, how smittening are you???
The irony grins, I still don’t know you…

It’s twenty’o’seven,look up in the skies…
Two glittering stars, I hope those, your eyes…
I repent on my ignorance, I should have been wise…
I failed to recognize you, in your disguise…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I laugh where I stand…
It trembles, as I cover my eyes with my hand…
Tears and disgusted gazes at face of mine land…
It pains in my soul, you forgot to mend…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it pains in my heart…
I see through my past, slowly I fall apart…
No dear, you should have come in the start…
My feelings are hanging as if tucked with a dart…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I gasp, you are late…
Alone, my soul dwindles, that’s my fate…
Hope dies last, I trust in this state…
I resist, just try to remember the date…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it lies on the ground…
I feel so happy and light, as I turn around…
Your angelic hand lifts me up with no sound…
Still irony laughs, to death were you bound…

It’s twenty’o’seven, the earth ain’t still…
Just feel, you’re bound to someone, or you will…
Though it runs not in accordance with will…
Someday you too will be ground in love’s mill…

A Chocolate and a Rose


(This one is for Valentine’s Day, it’s with a tinge of humour)

If only I knew romance prolific…
For you would I have crossed Pacific
My feet would have I climbed the Eiffel Tower…
Just only if I had enough love power

For you my dear, I’ll put a show of Fashion…
But yet, I know it’s not the only passion…
You and I’ll tour this wonder- world…
And I will be with you, through hot and cold…

Would I put your name out of Stonehendge’s stones…
And with my eyes engrave your name on dinosaur’s bones…
If only I knew, for you I knew romance
A line would I bend into a hyperbola stance…
I’ll make Beckham to bend in your name…
All this, in the name of our love’s fame

I’ll fight with my lion, if need there would be…
Oh yes, he is mine, as hope would be thee…
Guess who brought my blue world a wee of pink hue?
Don’t look around, oh muse of mine, its you…
Oh dear, I’m a frog and I’ll jump over a mile…
Just, so that, the line above bring you a smile…

Some people call me a Nazi of Grammar,
On your head thus, I bash Thorian hammer
Alcohol, me your acid, spark up, we- ester…
Oh muse of mine, what can be “bester”???

Oh dear, to put a feather in your tummy…
I don’t at all need to sound funny…
Enough of childish things you heard…
Break free you cage bound bird

Ocean’s not deep neither are skies…
But depth I can’t find in your eyes…
Desperate, sit on a bench, look up for moon…
But deep beneath, I wish to see you soon…

Fly around, tweet around, vapourise…
Just then emerge to me, my sunrise
Just hope, reading this you bored didn’t get…
The way I didn’t since the day we met…

Let me cut this down, up you psych…
Oh muse, you are the one I like
Oh muse of mine, my beauty, o’dear
My vocabulary here goes wear and tear…

So here we are on this day of Valentine…
I end by asking- “Why can’t you be mine?”

I hope you all liked this rhyme…
And reading this didn’t waste your time…
Girl, you said a chocolate and a rose…
Now tell me was this upto that dose???

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The Friendship


(Disclaimer: Do not check the spellings I have altered them so that you understand the tune The tune is like- before middle dash/coma its longer than after…) The Dog (to the world): Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow The biiig wourld- that’s all ! I luv u oul- that’s all ! Nobody criies- that’s all ! I bark aloune- that’s all ! I’ll get a boune- that’s all ! Yeah- I’ll get a boune- that’s all ! Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow (as those who search always find, the Dog finds the Boune) I never caire- that’s all ! You sing aloung, that song ! I bark aloune, at world ! I never caire- that’s all ! But here comes a Bitch (to the Dog): No- Nou No- Nou, No- No No- Nou No- Nou, No- No U neva think, at all ! U bark at wourld- that’s all ! (The Bitch barked more…) U neva thiink, that’s y, U’re all aloune, that’s y, U have a Boune (pause), I take away ! (The Bitch takes away the bone from the Dog, but our Dog being a pacifist, in vain, pain and desparity holds the Bone and through it the Bitch and barks ) Ouwwwwwwwww !!! The Wourld is Biiig- that’s all! The Boune is Biiig- that’s all! U either shaire, that Boune Or go ‘n’ get your ouwn! (he barks more to her and the World) U kill the Greed- that’s all! U make the Wourld- that’s all! A better Wourld- that’s all! U save us aull- that’s all! (He sees that his words had a tremendous effect on the Bitch, as her mood dips down and she releases the Boune) (the Dog does not hesitate to take it back, but a tear drops and…) U don’t wourry- that’s all! U be happiye- that’s all! Now, I’ll shaire, that Boune Don’t be afraiid- have all! (the completely shocked Bitch stops dropping tears, but still fails to believe that she was invited to join his company and share that Boune) (Observing her hesitation, the Dog…) Don’t be aloune- that’s all! Communicate- that’s all! ‘N’ neva fight, at all! Just have it all- thats all! (saying this the Dog gives the Boune to the Bitch and astonished, but enthusiasticly gratefull she walks on in pace with the Dog) Sorry, I neva thiink- that’s all! (but the Dog joins in) We sing aloung, that song We bark togetha, at world We’ll make better, the world Hands togetha, we hold You join in !!!(pause) (and so the Bitch, the Dog and the Boune, together move into a newly discovered world of friendship, when we will join in ?) Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhouw Bhow- Bhouw, Bhow- Bhow Bhow- Bhow- Bhow- Bhow !!! ( Please comment and tell me how baaad it was !!!) (Thank you, I hope so the main motive behind this poem has been clearly delivered to you) image