The Numbered Days Of A Neighbourhood Hustler!

The lonely night blinked alone
as did the beat of my raging heart
She knew it was time
Gone were those days when she would shine like a star…..

Attracted were the ash faced moths
Who clashed with a desire
That burned away with age
Now left with flightless wings

She lit in various colours
In ways that suited her mood
Sometimes red, sometimes blue, sometimes yellow
Always heaving dark shadows

A shadow where her heart hid
From the looks of the stinky moths
Masked as her pimps
And men in cloth

Days passed faster
Teaching who is the master
Her charms faded
As the wind bells chimed

Her light is now more of blue
And less of yellows
She cursed the bugs
Those spineless pests

None of these matter now
For she is about to die
Only to be recouped with another bulb
Which burnt the same

After death
She’ll be thrown alongside trash
While her tungsten flickers
In a helpless cry for acceptance…

Doll

I’m a doll
Just call me a puppet
Dancing to the tunes of world
Never ever listening to self, even when old
I swim this ocean pulled by strings of gold
But, what of gold? I CAN’T BE FREE
What if old? I DIDN’T BREATHE GLEE
Muscles aching and still dancing
Why can’t I stop, just breathe and let go??
Oh, I forget!

I’m a doll.
Just call me a puppet

A window’s tale

He looked out of the window as a young lad
Enthusiastically watching over sky, land and more
Whirring engines and noisy noses
Times passed; he was still looking out
Afraid to go out or imprisoned for life?!

He grew bore of the same old sky, same old land and the same some more.
Even more time passed as he grew senile
His heart grew weak and feathers turned grey
He could see the end of the line which he didn’t want to reach
For his heart yearned to go out to explore new lands, skies and even more.

But it was too late for his Blue Jay to fly…

A Hundred Kisses

Through my old eyes I see these children dance
“Hmpff! Life sure was fun!!”
Growing up in those greens was far better than these greys
Youth is when love is
Falling in and out of love was my habit
Each time was a bliss, a happy song
Naïve was I to want it to last an eternity

Reminiscing my life;

Those were the days of war
Life flickered with every storm
Still I made it, don’t know how
Had kids, raised them well
Now as I peck a final smoke
I see, Life gave me a hundred kisses
And the last one shall be death!!