Reams of Rhymes

On News (and why I'm not worldly wise)
News, why are you so dark and cryptic?
Always quoting statistics of death and people sick
All I ask for is an unbiased report, not death and fear
So I could peruse you, and worldly wise I would appear


On Single kids (the ones with no siblings, not those without a boyfriend/ girlfriend)
Single kids, mysteries to me they are
How do they live, without being at war
With siblings, one or even two
Even shows of affection out of the blue
And indulging in food fights too.

My Mind, the Empty Petrol Tank
My mind, the seat of cognition, 'tis blank
Dark, Cold and Empty, like a petrol tank.
I twist and turn for a spark in my head, 
A howling wind I hear instead.

Lizards are weird and awesome 

Lizards, those creepy crawlies
Why do they give me the heebie jeebies?
They're just mini-snakes with legs
Whom I could befriend, after downing a few pegs.

Blegh

I think that something's just not fine
I've run out of stuff that rhyme
You may have to wait till tomorrow
While I search for a rhyme I could borrow.

The seeds of a Big Dose of Self-Loving

She claims that she doesn't care
She, with the cascade of curly (I say wavy!) hair
Her dimples peep out now and then
Winking and disappearing again
I was too rapt in writing odes to thee
But now I shall pen odes to me
(I shall treat myself to some self loving
Because I'm tired of simply giving).

Nothingness

That feeling when you want something and you're left wanting
When you feel that emptiness, feeding itself, growing
The Demon of Nothingness closes your heart, numbs you
Reducing you to simply a shell, a resounding hollowness sounds within
Eyes looking, but not seeing
Ears hearing, but not listening
Alive, but not living.
Looking for someone to patch up the holes of nothingness
You feel nothing but the dull throb of emptiness
Paralyzed, feeling the worms of despair eating at your soul
Wanting to shred yourself to pieces
Unworthy, flawed, strange, awkward
All these words. chanted by the devils in your mind
Your thoughts, poisoned by hurtful words

Escape

I'll sprout wings and to you I shall fly
To be with you and on your bed lie
But like Icarus, I shan't be
For the sun will be sure to trip me
You are my wings, sweet imagination
My thoughts, my very own creation.

The Vividness of Black

I revel in the darkness enveloping me
As I gaze at the flirtations of shadows and lights upon the wall
I can hear every raindrop rejoicing on joining its family
My ears; alert to the world moving, breathing and creaking
My senses heightened
I can feel the breeze caress my heels
I'm aware of my bosom heaving up and down
Like the reaction to the touch of a passionate lover
The darkness, it soothes me
Coloring the world around me in shades of black and grey
I lie on my bed, mesmerized by the colors (or the lack of it)
Acutely aware of the vivid painting of the black world around me

Love lessons

Feel the wind caressing your cheeks,
Like the fingers of a lover running over your skin:
Gently, affectionately.
You feel like a delicate crystal
In the hands of a lover who won't let you break.
You're the most precious thing
A thing of beauty
Which gives joy to the eyes of the beholder.
The love poured into you makes you realize
The beauty within you that you had overlooked
Makes you conscious of the little faults
Which your lover sweetly calls "quirks".
The light being shone on you fills you up,
Reflected by your crystal eyes.
And others see the sparkle and shine in those once unlit orbs
And ask you if you're in love.
Yes, you are.
A love which taught you the valuable lesson
Of loving yourself once again.