Likes & Dislikes

Likes & Dislikes

Likes and dislikes, Switch when lightning strikes

Like a heavenly bolt, that reverses the pole

And makes the human magnet realign its goal!

Make me go slow

make me go slow

In a wind that knows its pace
and the passing vehicles race,
Only a pillion and solace
That makes me go slow.

For the rush is all abase
And one scrams to evade embrace,
Yet a pillion and solace
That makes me go slow.

A journey that was a furlong
but the company was yearned for long
So the pillion and solace
Only made me go more slow.

For the tantrums that you throw
And so much I need to show,
I wish the time would move a little slow
Alas I could do nothing but only go too slow.

Counting Crows

Counting Crows

One is for Sorrow, Two is for Joy,
They stood near the sill and looked a bit coy;
One is for Sorrow, Two is for Joy,
They knew it was only a voodoo decoy.

One is for Sorrow, Two is for Joy,
The maid saw one and searched another for Joy;
One is for Sorrow, Two is for Joy,
She looked through the chap as if it were a toy.

Down came the one and down came the two,
And maid turn around after second birds’ view;
But as she moved around and her head turned about,
She saw again a single bird which made her lips pout.

With a rolled up sleeve and a skyline she peeked,
She looked out of the window for a mainah pair she seek;
Some minutes passed away and the crows did sneak,
And a wanting avian scape only made her weak.

For One is for Sorrow and Two is for Joy,
A mainah mattered more than the neighbourhood boy;
But she meant no harm that worked as a charm,
And a mainah took its place to put her to calm.

There... that’s the view! She snapped her little fingers for she had seen Two,
And then moved around and whisked away from view
So he only saw the only bird in view.

But that isn’t fable and not where this ends,
It only gave the superstition some computative bends,
For One is For Sorrow, and Two is For Joy
But Three is for a Girl and Four is for a Boy.
And Five is for Silver and Six is for Gold,
And Seven for Secret never to be told.

Lurking In The Dark

Lurking In The Dark

Lurking in the dark near an Aussie Ale mark
The stout called the dame to talk to her stark

Lurking in the dark where the mongrels bark
The stout had a word be shared to a languid heart
This wasn’t a game and there wasn’t a feel of swart
But all that they had been through it was for her to hark

Lurking in the dark near a dilapidated park
The stout called the dame to talk to her stark.

Albeit the end was near to the worst of dame’s fear
The ephemeral hunch was only too hard to bear,
And as she walked down in a shimmering white gown
All that was asked for, the reason she were here!

Though the rife man had always a garrulous stance
His bosom began to trip with her every advance
One look in the orb that parched his throat
He exuded in snow, sans a mink coat!

Lurking in the dark by a cul-de-sac arc
The stout called the dame to talk to her stark.

The hombre had no words and new not where to start
and took her a push, to slit open his heart,
The stiff stood stunned with a silent chelate
But all that it got was ... still a clean slate!

The cadaver was numb for all that had come
but to the frigid visage, it did not succumb!
The spirit turned around and lifted from the ground
and waited on the dame to scribe the slate!

Lurking in the dark his feeling he debark
The stout called the dame to talk to her stark.

Adieu

Adieu

You're really beautiful, that’s for sure
But you'll never fade, how will that u ensure?
You're really nice N that is so true
but I did change N so u bid adieu!

And though my love is rare, and though my love is true,
I want to say I care and that's only for you.

Don't know where my soul is I don't feel any pain,
I only wish we could talk like the old times again
being with you was fun... N that is so true
but that looks like did change... N so u bid adieu!

And though we did zip and though did we eschew,
I want to say I care and that's only for you.

In my wins did you cheer and in my failures u were the pier,
In my meekness and diffidence you were my only seer,
You always took my fears... N that is so true
but that looks like did change... N so u bid adieu!

And though our acquaintance was rare, for the stupid things I do
I want to say I care and that's only for you.

For being my augur and always being so true
I only wish I had been great friends with you,
Hurting you was a vice... N that is so true
but that has now changed so please don't bid adieu!

And now that I am lonely and my ignorance do I rue,
I want to say I care and that's only for you.
So please don't bid adieu!
Please don't bid adieu!

ThankYouSoMuch

On a Hillock we trudged for a wuthering winds’ touch
and all the cob clutched was a ThankYouSoMuch!
For a battle I lost, and the gust we accost
and all my cob clutched was a ThankYouSoMuch!!

And though did you grace, MY minion place
But all the cob clutched was a ThankYouSoMuch!
We harked a faint Song from a fete that was along
all my cob clutched was a ThankYouSoMuch!!

We spoke and talked and chatted for fun
and parleyed whose mind was the narrowest one,
Like anodyne mist your voice did touch
The more I heard your ThankYouSoMuch!!

And then the moment came when we had to end the game
And we began to roll on the downhill Lane
A day that well began and for the errands you ran
I wish I could say a ThankYouSoMuch!!

While taking you back to your habitable shack
I heard behind my back a ThankYouSoMuch!
For your garrulous knack and winsome beam
Alas its now just a dream when I could say a ThankYouSoMuch!!!