The Promise of Day

Dawn calls upon the puerile day,
for the dews are her tears,
the rays of the Sun ,
embraces away her fears.

As the fair maiden awakens,
she stretches out her limbs,
greeting the morning,
with a wave to the sky.

Aloof of all worries,
she steps out for a look,
a majestic of promise,
that none could deny.

In retrospect,
all roses have their thorns,
as the Sun leaves her side,
one's fear of emptiness without light.

That perfect picture,
slowly fades away,
from a life of technicolour,
to a polluting grey.

As she hides with haste,
under a thick blanket of black,
deserted and abandoned,
her fears still intact.

A light emerges from the gloom,
threading a starry path,
arriving in beaming glory,
a face plighted by a pimply wrath.

The Moon shines high,
into the evening sky,
outlining Earth's curves,

with a gentle caress.

To whisper sweet nothings,
as the breeze goes by,
to shower her with love,
deserving no less.

Her fears eases away,
for salvation is near,
but come what may,
the cycle continues and so will the fear.

Redemption

Redemption - come what may,
with intentions of the pure,
words mean nothing,
let actions be the cure.

Time is readily consumed,
to build a house of trust,
but a slight crack,
might reduce it to dust.

Even when the house is rebuilt,
it will never be as it was,
if only we have known,
never would there be a cause.

A life seeking redemption,
a solace that might never come,
a bird snapped off its wings,
that dreams of touching the sun.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved... Needs to move on

I walked into a corner,
looking for something to eat,
I saw a guy in a sleeping bag,
with a cardboard at his feet.

He seems to be waiting,
for a long while for this girl,
who has simply moved on,
and is no longer in his world.

I told him,"why don't you move on?
there's many more fishes in the sea?
do not be a stinky hobo,
at the corner of the street".

Well I guess he's just too broken hearted,
he can hardly even comprehend,
he doesn't have to wait by the side,
if he has a phone in his hand.

***
She may just realise that,
she may still be missing you,
but what if she has totally moved on,
and you do not have a clue?

You're still waiting at that corner,
haven't showered or eaten for weeks,
is this your destiny waiting all the while,
for some uncertainty...
***

The policeman has kindly told you,
to move off away from there,
before he gets all rough,
he wouldn't even care.

Can you imagine,
if she did came back to you,
with you as a stinky hobo,
she might just run away from you.

***
She may just realise that,
she may still be missing you,
but what if she has totally moved on,
and you do not have a clue?

You're still waiting at that corner,
haven't showered or eaten for weeks,
is this your destiny waiting all the while,
for some uncertainty...
***

The man who can't be moved...
needs to move on...

Nothing beats infidelity..Like a Golf Club

Some say its a guy thing,
others say they were being led on,
pleasure above everything else,
anything for a hard on.

Nothing seems to make sense,
about infidelity in any way,
no wonder it is called sweet nothings,
when guys have something to say.

Males are always in it for the hunt,
never wanting to be tied down,
being liberal and having freedom,
the phrase seemingly thrown around.

These alpha males as you would say,
aren't superior in any way,
always the one to make mistakes,
and not admit it at the end of the day.

Why do you think lesbians are increasing?
can't you see the answers in their eyes?
its not because of Ellen Degeneres,
its because guys can't be trusted otherwise.

The more steely few,
would be hell bent on some payback,
just look at good wholesome Tiger,
now his whole life is off track.

Nothing beats infidelity,
the thrill of it is a rush..
well a good swing of a golf club,
an unforgiving blow with intent to crush.

Men out there,
open up your ears,
think with your brain,
and not your bumbling penis.

The Battle for the Adoration of Tweenagers Everywhere

Harry Potter was a big hit,
with fans all over the world,
Daniel Radcliffe what a lucky kid,
with rabid fans of teenage girls.

But then came Edward,
with his pale white skin,
looking slightly out of sorts,
the victor? remains to be seen.

Do not be fooled,
by this glittery vampire,
along comes the legion of Twi-hards,
bursting through the wire.

You can just imagine,
a showdown for franchise supremacy,
a battle between wizards and vampires,
add some werewolves and its gonna get messy.

Can you just see the line up?
on each of these sides,
with Harry, Hermione and Ron in tow,
against Edward, Bella and Jacob's might.

With one casting intricate spells,
and another moving fast as hell,
and then do not forget the villains,
they are not to be left out without a fight.

Voldermort with his idiotic face,
and with Snape the Half Blood Prince as well,
versus the evil family of the Volturi,
Dakota Fanning ain't your typical ordinary gal.

Lets not forget the father figures,
within each of these writing styles,
can you imagine old beardy Dumbledore,
against the equally aged Dr. Carlisle?

Well the results may vary,
from both sides of the camp,
one would shout Harry Potter the victor!
The other Twilight the champ!

It's not a matter of passing the torch,
or about who makes all the bucks in the town,
teenagers are just passing through a phase,
its just a matter of time before another comes around.

Personally I would rather see,
a cat fight between the two authors,
who would win in this epic battle,
between JK Rowling and Stephanie Meyer?

The winner if you think hard enough,
are the author themselves,
the losers you might ask?
the consumers who spend needlessly off the shelves.

Perception

A little taste of perspective,
gives meaning to one's understanding,
a pinch of sarcasm in every conversation,
makes the basis nonwithstanding.

Love in Dementia

When the words, I Do are said in a wedding,
two souls are binded by love,
to love and to care for each other,
through all the good times times and the rough.

But now it seems death is not needed,
for them to part,
for they hardly remember each other,
from the start.

Memory lapses are cruel,
for it denies true love to flourish,
a loving relationship that should last,
is as good as perished.

But eventually true love will prevail,
it would be their final light,
they would then lie in each other's arms,
an endless slumber into the night.