BABY SOUL

BABY SOUL

I walk aimlessly

Through shadowed seas

Entwined in my thoughts

Like a dead living fairy

I see the grounds

I see the sky

I see my soul stuck

Within the world’s bounds

A cry, who’s that?

A thwack a thud 

Someone resisting

Resisting men’s thwart

I see a baby

Delicate and soft

With white pure light

In something dark and shady

A civil war it seems

The body and soul

The drops and ocean

The sun and beams

A need to be free

A wish to go

A greed of another

Falling leaves of a tree

But as the leaf descends

And kisses the ground

The tree is haunted

Of approaching dead ends

My thoughts a ball

Of wool and the cat

My soul mews

My ego standing tall

My soul pushes

Against my body

And I stop resisting

So out its gushes

Finally free

He breathes in

Warms up cuddles to himself

And again is the baby

~THE POETESS

SMOKE

 SMOKE

I saw the clock struck 2

Rolled my eyes and sigh I blew

Went out upstairs

Ignoring the framed stares

Peeked into rooms

Where reality dooms

Maybe Sam’s flying a plane

And Father’s away from loss and gain

I can recognize

My mother’s pillow blanket disguise

I climb the stairs to top

Radio playing quiet pop

As I was earlier thinking

I see the smoke rising

One burnt at her down

She sat in her white gown

She was an angel indeed

But way out of general creed

With a smile and relief

She let away all her grief

As she breathed out

In the sky before a pout

She motioned me to sit

As she shoved out the grit

I told her my problem

She had only one way to solve them

I told her about imagining

What father & Sam might be dreaming

She said “same days”

“You don’t dream” she says

She offered me her cigaredon

And I refused like daily tradition

I’ve stopped stopping her

From committing her own murder

But the scars on her face

Revealed her men’s grace

With a sudden grate

I think I’ll meet the same fate

Her smoke is now handy

I feel young and randy

As I breathe in

My world experiences a spin

I let it hit my nerves

Go down my curves    

And as a I exhale

The smoke comes out pale

With my first one down

The stars formed my crown

I felt so calm

The present seemed warm

That day I got my first scar

From my cheek bone not really far

And as I held another cigaredon

I made a new tradition

With a lot more smoke & little cry

My another sleepless night went by 

 ~THE POETESS  

GOODBYE 2019

GOODBYE 2019

So 2019 is almost gone

One year's race you've almost won

Let's take a look back

To all things you'll take along

When this year came

You may have been happy again

Filled with hopes and desires

A large to-do list in your brain

Or you may have been sad

With whatever reason was thought bad

But you may have a desire

For this year to be glad

All this year you've seen

What an imbecile you've been

Forcing yourself into things

Deviating from your dream

To the people you've lost

Like leaves and summer and frost

You've paid your respects

And loved all year their ghost

And the people you've received

With trust in your heart believed

Have been through all year with you

With love both have perceived

Some hearts you've broken

Some mornings you wish you hadn't woken

But being through all this

A new you had evoken

Some days were summer

Some days have been bummer

And you may have experienced

How to be a new comer

But think about it

Stop, and apply your wit

After all you've been

You're still alive a bit

You're still you

Like the very drop of dew

Have your own identity

Have now become anew

So welcome this year

With love, hope and cheer

The cloudy skies once came

The cloudy skies will clear!

(Have a happy and prosperous New Year)

~THE POETESS

 

LAME STORY

LAME STORY

I have a cat

A cat named Cat

But the cat can't seem

To hear when I say Cat

So I took her

To the doctor

He said she was weak

And her vision was blur

Disappointed I came

Thought about her name

Bob, Harley, Puff, Snowball

But she heard when I said Lame

Lame was pretty

And a little too gritty

Yellow on orange or the other way

But oh she was zitty

Lame didn't know

Her world I couldn't blow

That she can't see

That her eyes were hollow

Daring as she was

Without a valid cause

Launched herself from shelf

To claim my chair with paws

Maybe the light was too bright

Or her weakened sight

Cause chair was on the left

She landed on the right

A thump sound came

Down came the rain

And I realized

I had lost my dearest Lame

On the funeral day

When everyone got away

I found a cute Minskin

And I named her May

So the next story

Of love and glory

Will be of May but

undead, don't worry!

~THE POETESS

 

GET UP

GET UP

A quiescent takes place

A pause starts

A tear goes down

A whisper imparts

A mother shocked

A sister cried

A brother fluttered

A father died

The family shook

The family broke

Suddenly now

The fear evoke

The roots of trees

Eaten by imbeciles

The black dark clouds

Taking away the bliss

But sunshine

Will appear again

Love you've lost

Love will you gain

Another day starts

The mother sets out

The father rests there

Pure like his shroud

The daughter goes

The world she rules

And the confident son

Spends another day at school

Grieving a failure

Is a human nature

But outlasting one

Is what should be done!

~THE POETESS

ME, THE TREE

ME, THE TREE

 

A tale of yore

Baby was I

Unaware, unattended

And a little too shy

Oh no, something broke

Within me I noted

Up came a tender stem

And down I was rooted

And oh I remember

My first rainfall

How those teeny tiny droplets

Appeared large and tall

And then came winter

I had grown a leaf or two

My days were warmer with the Sun

And nights more colder than my dew

And as I recall

The first spring I had

I grew the most at that time

I was young and glad

Now as the seasons went

And summer showered over me

I craved for the water

Which made my roots most glee

Days turned into months

And months turned into years

And as I grew from young to old

I outlasted my fears

I've seen the storm

I've seen the drought

I've sen the frost

the icy winter brought

I've seen little Mary

Water me everyday

Until she was married

Went away cheerful and gay

I've seen young john

Fall down and made fun of

I've seen him cry down my father

Years later he became king of golf

I've seen men and women

Holding hands a day

The next they sit alone

From each other, far away

Now, I'm an old one

Perhaps this is my life

To see the kids swing on me

To watch their love in strife

My flowers bloom in the sun

My leaves frost in the night

Me is a home to many others

Me now sees the young down fright

Me is now feeling new

My time up here seems to end

for I see my leaves falling

And my branches have started to bend

I go pale yellow now

Just like my father did

Maybe its time

Goodbye should i bid

I feel myself going down

Breathing is a task

Sweet morning melody of cuckoo surrounds me

And I-

(the tree dies before completing his sentence...)

~THE POETESS

GONE MOTHER

GONE MOTHER...

Twinkle twinkle little star

I talk to you from afar

The way you glow, the way you shine

 Makes me remember gone mom of mine

She was bright like you

Pretty like the morning dew

Hovering like the river 

She was like a quiver

Her eyes were soft

Made me go aloft

Her touch was magical

Her hair down till clavicle

But oh star

She is just so far

Into the sky

My world is so dry

Feel I alone

Since she had gone

They say I look like her

 But I can't match my mother

Oh star please

Give me one day for lease

I would go back to her

And hear even her murmur 

Do what i should have done

Never make her feel alone

One day is all I ask

Of past to correct my task

Oh star please grant my wish

Make your magic wand swish

I can't cry every night

I die as well might

(Past can't we have

Present is all we got

Might as well do your job

Save the water before its draught

Love the people you know

Make each one gay

Life is just too short

To ask if you may

Mend your ways

Before its late 

They won't be long

Your all the mates...)

~THE POETESS