MY NEW LITTLE FRIEND

It was a bright sunny day;
A wonderful morning in May ;
The day I saw him first;
He was quiet, taking rest.
As I neared him, he awoke, eyes intense;
His face was taut and slightly tense.
His eyes – too black, too wide.
That he fascinated me towards his side.
Into me, his innocent look penetrated;
As the radiant beams from his eyes fled.
He was ignorantly playing with yoyo
And silently ate some mono.
As I went close to him,
He ran on a whim.
I observed him calmly for sometime;
Then I thought of giving him a name.
Cheshire! I called him;
He leaped happily with vim.
He looked so cute, furry and cuddly,
And I sauntered close to him idly.
I held out my hand
With a salver full of rand;
He came to me slowly
And finished the dish wholly.
Then, I thought he liked me,
As he walked towards my knee.
He held out one of his paws;
I saw him having sharp claws.
I touched his furry head;
Showing me his love, he bowed.
I admired him all the whole,
For he abolished all my dole.
Yet, there was something in him I loved;
His white, thin whiskers when he mewed.
Yes, Cheshire, my new kittie friend;
The one in whom I truly confide.

LETTER TO NORMAN

 
Whilst the whole world is asleep
I am thinking of thee, my bravo
The thoughts of thee seep
Through my heart, desperado.

Thy absence feels like
A thousand daggers piercing me;
The soldier who wields the pike,
Wayfare across the vast sea.

Come, wield the yearning maiden,
The one who longs to see thou;
To betroth thou to be thine;
And let us together thrive and dow.

I do have a million sweven,
To lie on thy lap
In our own beautiful garden
And take a tranquil nap.

To dance with thou,
To ruffle your sleek, chestnut hair;
And play in our meadow
With our lovely heir.

My bravo, I am aspiring
To feel thy presence
And to effectuate my longing;
Of my being, thou art the only essence.

Come sooner to consummate
My existence and my whole;
For in thou I found my fate;
Come to complete my passionate soul.

THE DAWN OF THE DAME

The darkness of the dusk spreads over the sky;
The memories of him make me die;
He is the one who drones on until I sleep;
The one who consoles me when I weep.
He is the best man in the world - in whom I found
The solace; He is the one who healed my wound.
The patience of him melts my heart;
Missing him just makes me fall apart.
The bruises in me vanished;
The hurts in me banished.
Inside his eyes I found my soul,
My dreams, my life and my whole.
His dreams are mine now,
To whose love I bow.