My Blue Star

A single smile paints the lonesome night
Just looking up at you,
My bright blue star...

A knight to remember 
In a moment worth cherishing...

Bluish is the colour of thy stare
That pairs the alignment of thy kiss
A gentle touch of devotedness
Regaling the heart of thy flowering dear.

Your stream of beaconing glare
Repairs the blight of my simple world
Shine upon me with that smile so sweet

But oh the moss melted in lush
And birds chirped in the greenish blue

For such a love i get from you.

An Innocent Murderer

She has this look of innocence
lively and sweet equaling those teens
wearing the uniform of old universities

but before giving up completely
to the charm of this chick
the darkness in her souls shrieks
and peeps through her eyes
and to my surprise
i felt like my heart is being pulled from my chest
just as my brain penetrates the rotten memories
of her in the hollow darkness of her polluted mind,

disturbances of a morbid kind...

Visions of her lying on the pallid bed

that was soon covered with blood
cast by the distinctive lamp

nigh the large tooth grasping clamp
that brutally pulled the little one
from his legs, to his hands, and to his organs
(I think I'm slipping out of reality)

when his head was pressed thoroughly
to forcibly remove and shove
from all her rights to throb
and play with the devil and
to win back his "supposed" mother...

A mother engulfed with catastrophe

unwanting him and the memory
of the day she was molested,
abused, harassed and raped
by her own father...

A teenager, supposedly a mother
murdered her son.....
A murderer.

Light of Day

After the light of day
was swallowed by the darkness
and the little cheerubs,
our endeared babies received hugs,
kisses and were laid gently
on their equisite rooms...

Somewhere in India
there are vulnerable teenagers
screaming their hearts silently,
shedding their tears of fugitive cruelty...

one man after the other
ruined their innocence...

They are the abused teenagers
hidden within the beaming radius
of the NH-8 Mahipalpur
in the cimmerean shade of India

Yes, their will were cripled
such an unattered bleed...

Indeed...

The trick of the stinging fate
rivet them to the bitter whirlpool of hell,

CHILD PROSTITUTION...

and after the light of day cast
playing hide and seek on the frame
along NH-8 Mahipalpur
in the cimmerian shade of India still...

Only the aching  sighs from the sore faces left
To kill.

Ispired by:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/indiahome/indianews/article-2119845/Child-sex-capital-Teenager-exposes-horrific-child-prostitution-racket-flourishing-Delhis-hotels.html

Our Anniversary Gifts

I gaze upon your face tonight
my sweet, sweet John
I wonder what entails your dream?
I wish i could peep a slight...

But these eyes of mine could only view
is a charming endeared you,
my ever delicate significant other
with a golden circle 'round your ring finger...

I inspect my ring in addition to
and it didn't look golden at all
For momentarily little by little
it exhibits smaller essential photos

Pictures of how two hearts were bind
within the heat of love's pyre,
under the rocking waters' desire
and the erratic wings of wild blue yonder...

Sketches like we pledge our love on winter's noon
Then spring passed by so soon
You took my hand and we danced across
the soft, green grass of June...

Like of nights where you never missed
to kiss my hair in the autumn's breeze
or warmth my soul with the gifts of your
I love you love and i love you more

A year of wondrous picture to fonder
in our anniversary gifts caped with wonders
Oh my darling delight whom with joy i picked,
these love-filled images beacon me to frolic.

Remember....

there in the shadow of the moon
our souls meet
Not undeniably sweet
but
ample to retort a blatant "What?"
with a smile
to beguile
the doom

You took my oath
and carved them
in your dreams;
where silvery thoughts
fly like butterflies
like that of a paradise
we both longed...

There beneath the shadow
we decided to view
the bliss we never knew
nor we had ever seen
in the epoch of our reality.

Awaiting thy words,
I felt the world
trembled neath my feet.

I looked into your eyes
a pair of dry ice
suddenly met my hopeful breath,
but it only last for a bit.

I felt the cork-like,sweet
camouflage to my well-being
lifted the gimlet from my heart
commanding, beckoning
the darkness within me
to flee...

Immersed on the shadow
you hold my hand
and the wind started to dance
and create waves

"It's not bad to dream
a still tarn beneath the heaven",
you whispered with a grin...

and from then on
our ascending journey began...

a poem from the lilttle novel i am currently working ("',)

The tiny sweet rain drops poured

And the world begun to wonder

Will her lonely heart be healed?

Or will it continue to wander?

She traveled on the land of snow

And breathe the winter air

When will her world be set aglow?

Where’s the key to end her despair?

Oh princess of the gloomy noon

Oh damsel of the ire

Where is your prince, will he come soon?

Will he come with a pyre?

The wind has come then goes and come

And yet no prince had come

Will she still hold to his falseness?

And be racked to love’s disease?

Who knows what does her heart desires

Or does her heart still live?

Albeit the fact that she never tires

Yet what steam rises on a heart ‘twas caved?

My Precious Devine

How could I possibly let the minute pass by
Without making a candid smile
The music of your voice when calling my name
Is such a wondrous song to hear
It was so soft and soothing
It was so equisite in its manner
Oh treasured one,my euphonic partner
You are revered in your every way
Although they seemed oldish to others
But others' view points are worthless to me anyway
Nevertheless my precious devine
Eighty-ish' ways tend to gratify me
You pampered me with matchless glamour
That no one at all could do ever.