Within And Without

Of scented roses and petaled lilies 

Velvet gloves and blinding stones

Shiny sun and blue, rich skies

Sweet melodies and eargasms-

Life is as beautiful as we choose to see it.

Aoi Bungaku

The seconds hand of the clock goes on an unending whir,

Each ‘tick-tock’ bouncing off my unpainted brick walls in a cacophony of depressing sounds. 

The drab minutes merge into oblivious hours

And these hitherto count down slowly to days.

These days are heavy and insipid,

Dragging along misesteemed boredom.

I can’t even keep count anymore

Nor do the morphing days make any significant difference. 

What have I done to deserve such uninspiring fate?

Orente

I wish I was an artist

And with pencils held aloft, 

I would draw your beautiful contours.

A painter perhaps, 

Palette and brush at hand

And I would paint your lovely smile on a broad canvas. 

I’m Ready

Miss,

I’m set

To set sails

On your calm sea

With my turbulent sea boat.

The journey of a thousand miles

Indeed starts with an oar at sea…

Lady,

I’m ready

For your troubles-

I’ll go the miles

And clock in the extras.

It’s what you’ve always wanted right?

So here I am, at your mercy…