I thank you trump
Your trumpty dump dump dump
Has taught me to thump sump and
Shown me the runk of the junk of the world.
Your ravings have released cravings
Mavings, havings on all who have stavings
Belavings us into redravings
Leaving all to flap in the torrents
We see you go, flow, mow
Unhitching your ego, fleego, steego meego
Amigo in torrents of pleegos and stum
This is where you left me
Heft me, reft me
It is that time of the year
When everybody comes out of their fears
Every Soul is enjoying this phase
For weather is too good these days
After the freezing winters
That sucked last drop of blood from every Splinter
Gale is no longer gale
It has become a pleasant Breeze
So good it feels when it touches your skin
A bit cold but delightful like a cozy inn
You close your eyes and you feel
As if Wind is penetrating in your veins
Substituting all worries
With a glint of warm fuzzies
Sky too is dark blue these days
Stars emit more brighter rays
Moon looks bigger and more bewitching
Driving you crazy and do unhitching
Long walks under the moon
And enjoying solitude’s tune
Along with shadows of the trees
And sweet, sweet sound of the Breeze
when it is awakening the leaves
From their tiresome winter sleep
How amicably the World walks and sings
While paving ways for the Spring
Can you feel it??
(Paghunda Zahid)
I
Until that dreadful, heart-thumping moment
I had been completely unaware
That a beautiful perfection
Such as yours could so singularly exist...
Being in ever greater amounts of
Unparalleled loveliness!
And how, someday, I should learn something
Of wishful atonement;
Recalling again the quickly-flung stare
Suggestive of a bewildering affection:-
Your rude, opened mouth forcefully kissed,
The horrid pause, then...the slow unhitching
Of your chiffon dress.
Within the pearled
half-light of morn',
in the stilled silence
of the first breath
I watch opaque dreams
drift to and fro,
un-lighting the last star
unhitching illusions
the black silk sheet of night
is pulled back
and white silt skies of day
roll out
again,
in this never world
I entertain grand designs
serving them respect
with small glances,
filled with the denial
of an ounce of lunacy
the kookaburra is silent
the morning song
has canceled forever,
I breathe the dust of sadness
nevermore, how can I dance in life?
when death is in my veins
Surrounded by the essence of life,
I am the agony,
in the joy of this world.
Razor-ed Pain
stroked into might
heaving a scream
throwing respite
Aches to be bleed
wound turning green
mauling a body
who’s insides reamed
Soaked into rags
misery Dazzled
break in thought
memories are frazzled
Sockets of agony
ratchets in mind
swirling a tempest
unhitching inside
Spines of fire
gliding above
touching on heaven
to rainbows of Love