My First Love

"My first love"

I was in love with you;

the one at first sight.

I don't know if ii was right,

as I was blind to decide,

flown in emotions by your eyes,

coffee brown, and your weird voice.

You were not the most handsome guy,

still you enticed me, 

my heart lured. 

Then you were my life.

Remember that love and sweet fights?

Our future together was not precise,

still you'd pledge and troth,

"I'll never let your hand slide,

you're mine, I'll hold you tight."

Never I believed you, but smiled.

Reality was excruciating

when I opened my eyes.

You were just another guy

who loves but knows not to thatch

his first love warmly in ala

Like a love bird who keeps its plight.

This fairy tale finally lapsed,

"She lived happily ever after.",

Could never be my story lines.

"That's all canard", I said as I cried.

GAZ(A)ebo

"Gaz(A)ebo"

I know a place

where lived some kids,

women and peace.

They were MUSLIn(m) breeders,

sans artillery, armour or army.

They were helpless creatures,

who'd FAST hold of love

in the Holy month

of benediction.

Were attacked by jets,

bombed by naval vessels,

murdered in the name

of war, yet, no war.

(IS) riff(RA)ff qu(EL)led

the People dead,

as They dwelled

in GAZ(A)ebo,

in the PALA(S)ce of TIm(N)E.

The Nightingale

"The Nightingale" 

I spread my wings, 

I swing and swing. 

Oh I gleam, 

All your dreams

Lost in the dark gill, 

For I am the nightingale

Who lightens your film. 

In my feathers so elite, 

I hide all your griefs. 

I chirp with my beak 

Your inner fears; 

So you won't freak. 

With the twisting wind, 

I carry your straying sins, 

So you may blossom 

Like my spring full wings. 

I sit among those high branches, 

To let you see

My maiden glare, 

As you aim to leave. 

Remember O Gypsy! 

This nightingale will now 

Be a part of your dreams.

                                              

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