The show has been shut down till further notice,
as you might have guessed,
The hosts have gone to winter vacation,
Performers on tip-toe are bidding for a bonus pay,
The assistants have started to type their memoirs,
Fans who refuse to leave
are given opportunity to
reserve their seats for tomorrow,
A lonely stage sits in sharp winds,
whining silently life poetry
that nobody will hear,
No need to investigate,
The show is closed for now
until further notice.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
It’s late November,
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation,
Refusing to give up its value,
The red seat a squint of anticipation,
I touch the soft cushion,
It must have equipped with sweating passion,
This is the moment when nobody seems to care,
As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
While I’m withheld on the top part,
I feel intense and strong,
As I fall down to the lower part,
I go inspired and hope for a restart.
Grains of sand I’m considered as,
Don’t you think I’m grain of children,
Feeling timid for changes,
Yet, I must accept the ups and downs life arranges.
We encounter and squeeze to be the first,
You and me,
We are forced to visit the virtue of friendships, wisdom, and honesty.
One Single Impression: Seeking
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Look at me,
Am I real?
Where am I?
Why shall you stop by?
Come join me,
A Big deal,
No need to be shy,
since we must be reminded our freedom pie.
The air is screaming with death,
Please wheel me through this place,
Chair by chair,
until my rebirth.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Days in winter grow shorter,
Thoughts in me become sportier,
I write yet fail
How the Moon with her flickering hope
hanging on bare cliff like a rope,
How November dusk blows cold kisses
to lonely gray houses,
and how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive
to see life between us.
Image Credit: google.com
Sunday, November 6, 2011
One shall realize,
No matter how hard one tries,
Gossip or touchy surmise
may still rise.
One must comprise
by writing and acting wise,
plus taking advice.
What Can You Write in 160 Characters?
Check it out on Monkey Man.
Also Submitted to Poetry Jam :Windows
Friday, November 4, 2011
#1: I’m a virgin when it comes to cell phone.
#2: A Face-to-Face Person: you can’t hug, or hold hands of an email, phone, or fax.
#3: The shortest distance between people is laughter.
#4: The past is a foreign culture, they do things differently now.
#5: Optimism is contagious.