MY CLEOPATRA

The way you walk gives
me a mind block.

When you talk I don’t look
at the clock.

The way you blush I think you know that
I have a crush.

You remind of snow white for whom I won’t mind
taking a poisonous bite.

My affinity towards you is what I
can not deny.

Your eyes glow like
the fireflies.

The way you pout
gives me a doubt.

My love for you is blossoming like a flower and
your tantrum is rising like the Eiffel tower.

You are my Cleopatra and I don’t
Care about etc.


PRANJALL LAWRENCE.

NYMPH

When I hear you’re near
I know that you fear.
you are so pious that
There is no bias.

You are a nymph from
Paradise who has no
Prejudice.

You know when it
rains I forget my
pains even while I’m in
trains.

You are free of vanity and
a boon to humanity, who
caresses my anatomy.

It is true that I love you
even when you say you
know I feel like taking
bow and saying
Wow.

I know that you’re wondering
how even when I’m not thundering
now.

I love the way you gaze and do
everything in haste without realizing
your taste. Don’t worry I know
that you are my honey.


You are a nymph from paradise
where there is no prejudice.
You possess no malice
And that is my dilate notion.

You are the shining moon
with whom I love to meet soon.
Even when it is hot in noon.

You are God’s boon and pious indemnity.
Who nurtures my sanity.
Who refrains me from being witty
Because you are pretty.

HOW IT FEELS TO LOVE A FAIRY?.

My heart beats a different beat which you and only you can hear but don’t fear because I’m near. The distance between you and me is diminishing because the boundaries are vanishing.
Your eyes make me invade the seven skies.
I would like to ask you out and have French fries.
Your dainty gait makes my sanity merge with alacrity and please don’t consider me witty. You are so pretty that romantic potions of my notions are evolving in front of you by breaking the barriers of personal view.
The way you say cute makes me feel like playing a flute.
Your love has made me dive into the ocean of celestial illusion.
My heart was a stone and alone but you made it a chocolate cone which can never be alone.
Your love has healed my wounds and your bliss gave me a kiss which I always miss when you don’t kiss.
My dear fairy the foyer of my heart is not empty anymore because you seem to saunter there and caress it with your kiss.
I love you like the flowers love the sun.
Your love has made me obsolete and my gruesome emotions minute.
A sonnet can not express it and obstacle can not press it because my love for you is immortal not some tentative internet portal.
Your iris is so pious that it sways me and lays me in the celestial world.
My heart is immaculate like the sky so now you can calculate my love for you when you fly. Oh my fairy I want you to marry me so that I can carry you to the world of joy where both of us will lie beneath the blue sky.

THE BITTER TRUTH

I feel like a statue of stone standing alone waiting for someone to fill life.
There is sorrow hidden behind a smile we may take a while to notice.
Why are we ashamed of our sorrow and proud of our joy.
We hide our tears because we remember our fears.
The catastrophe of sorrow is the agony you bare for whole life.
The insomnia you face can not be expressed in words and the nights wasted in pain even when you are not in vain.
The sorrow of your life makes you an insomniac and you develop a palate for alcohol.
The savor of alcohol is bitter but you acquire a sweet and sound sleep.
As they say no pain no gain- you injure your liver without realizing that alcohol is a killer.
I’m not a poet, I’m not a philosopher. I’m a human being but with a heart of stone.
I don’t know when I will write something good and the ones, who view my blog, please forgive me for writing and breeding cynicism.

They say time can heal the pain but it didn’t.
They say love can change the fate but haven’t tried.
When will the pain of solitude wane and I can write something nice?