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Friday 31 January 2014

She is as Beautiful as Sin

She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin


Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can


She is as beautiful as sin 
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin


Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide


She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin


She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee

Sunday 26 January 2014

The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses

Her brilliance was bordering on genius
In reality it's beyond genius
Some called it madness
Some called it sheer divinity
Very few people knew it's exactness.

But whatever others may think
One thing is certain
She was
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses

Thursday 23 January 2014

Glampire

/hihi


A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.

Wandering along the roads
In the nights, sucking lives by loads
With no care for any codes

Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks

Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pockets
And few of them in her locket

Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci

PS: Glamour + Vampire = Glampire

/bye

Sunday 12 January 2014

To Sylvia Plath

Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her

Tuesday 7 January 2014

Zombies

Not often it is
Easy to erase your memories
Zombies they are... Yes

Attack at weaker
times to make you go into
A cocoon of thoughts

Of your past days
Reeling in nostalgia
It's sad, it's bad. Huh?

Wednesday 1 January 2014

Ek Niranjan

Decently indecent -

The life of a scamp
Moving like a tramp.

To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.

He preaches to
Die hard,

And says to
Live it easy.

Like a child
Without going wild

His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight

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