Suddenly blenders have become kit and kin,
But we forget our elders made do without,
Modern men and women too fat to lift a finger,
Take shortcuts in blended greens, reds and yellows.

Taking my affections for granted,
Laughing in the face of my feelings,
Jailing me in the friendzone forever,
Ignoring my obvious sufferings in this matter;

I can barely face the sun,
Praying the golden ball never comes through,
The darkness has become my companion,
Not interested in any other opinion;

Until I found something quite interesting,
Never knew I had it all in myself,
There, in the corner of my resolve,
The mustard of strength to evolve;

I shall outgrow this phase,
Loving you is not a criminal offence,
Now that I  have turned this corner,
I really do not have any bother.

I am affected, I must confess,
By the beautiful words you prefess,
In your touch, the gentleness,
And in your embrace, the warm tenderness.

Good habits,
Are difficult to acquire,
Even more difficult are bad habits,
To retire.

I have grown love out of nothing,
Then watched it die painfully,
Love has been offered me truthfully,
But I never thought 'twas anything worth falling in.

Nothing inspires here,
All there is, is fear,
Of hunger and penury,
Every evil more than legendary.

That no one can give,
That forms from deep, deep within,
That smiles in the face of everything,
That prays when others curse.