Grand Party

I threw this awesome party
And no one came.

I invited everybody I knew
And those I had only been introduced to.

A banquet with all the trimmings.
Food and drinks aplenty.

People were kind enough to RVSP.
I was so glad.

The grand day arrived.
Here I was in my elegant gown,
Feeling like a soft breeze in the heat of day.

I throw my door open as the clock struck
On the 11th hour.

No one stood at the gate.
No one bothered to show up.

*Have a great weekend. Please don't chill without me. :)

Advocate

I travel an over-trod path,
Bringing to awareness the plight of the less fortunate.
My voice is the silent one
Among the rush of the cacophonous.
Where others shout;
I look on with seeming indifference,
And pour out muffled screams on my bed.

Quite an advocate, I am,
For the miniature things in life.
Picking up the peel of the banana I did not eat;
So you don't slip on it.
Reuse that plastic bag over and over again,
Trying not to print anything, if I can get away with it,
Leave my left-overs for a stray cat or dog,
Correct a child who speaks out of turn.

An advocate, I am
For the minuscule.
I pick my battles,
I fight them.
I win.

Friends

Friends,
That's what we set out to be,
That's all you wanted,
All I ever got.
Friendship.

Something has changed,
Since you came back.
You're terse with me,
Our hangouts have lost their luster.
I miss our closeness,
Miss my friend.

Fancied Cage

Gliding through countless fields,
Lilac-rose,
Lavender-scented ever-green blossoms  of beauty,
Creeping creepers,
Snaking springs.

Leaping geckos,
Vain chameleons.

Gentlest breezes,
Twirling clothes,
Tendril-hair-play.

Eden-like paradise.
Hides precarious gates,
Housed in unseen tongs.

Golden cage,
Gilded paradise.

Now I know why the caged bird sings.

* No, I am yet to read Maya Angelou's autobiography, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. The end seemed appropriate and abrupt enough for what I intended. Thanks for reading and commenting. I have not been posting as regularly as I'd like but hopefully it will end soon. Check out my other blog here. Enjoy.

Perspective - His Version

Wild engaging frolics.

Time flees when with her.

For a while, I forget my woes.

The sun rises and sets with her.

She has messed me up for all others.

I delight in our little traverses.

My favorite day;

My day of birth.

She chose that day;

I have stopped wondering why.

I am not 'the one',

That's all she said.

She messed me up for all others.

Every good eatery reminds me of her.

I don't enjoy the sun anymore; it rose and set with her.

Her delightful scent;

Gone with my sense of smell.

My favorite dishes taste different;

They are not from her hands.

Friends come around;

Not the same with her not around.

She really messed me up for all others.

The worse mess of all;

She took away the music.

*** Love has been kind of one-sided lately. I explore both ways: man, woman, emotions. Enjoy.

Unsaid

He said all the right words.
Did all the right things.
She threw caution to the wind;
Melted like butter out in the sun.
He had her hanging on to morsels of words
Dripping from his lips;
Each drop brings a yearning for more.
The words she itches to hear are never uttered.
She learns from him the strangest of things.
He was hers; her very own muse.
It never occurred to her to ask;
Indeed whether he was truly all hers;
Not until SHE came.
He ruined everything.