To my left a girl
spoke daftly of Charlotte Bronte,
to my right a boy
butchered cantos out of Dante.

I've offered these kids
pieces written to pass the time;
short, plotless fictions
and epigrams that  rhyme.

"Where's your sense of plot?",
cried a free-verse poet in black.
"Form can be a cage",
advised a boy whose eyes screamed Hack!

"My poems occur
cerebrally, " I explained;
"when reading my shorts
think opposites being strained."

They seemed unable
to deal in abstract thought. It was
incredibly sad.
This is what modernity does.

Yesterday night
driving back,
from a party
where, I was
lonely in the crowd,
felt lost, disturbed
by the sound and fury
signifying nothing,
talking *******
little too much,
exasperated,
stopped
at a watering hole,
to feel once again
that I was still myself.
I sat lost in thoughts,
it felt good,
so went bit far, and then,
saw someone like you
sitting alone, looking at me ,
as if to recollect, who I was
with such keen interest.
For a moment
I forgot the time and place
and wondered:
"How could she forget me ever?"
*Someone like you ! how could I think?
there wasn't anyone like you, ever after.

Part I
Meadows of flowers,
Fields full of golden-brown wheat,
Through the countryside.

Poppies, marigolds,
Daisies and honeysuckles,
Very soft and sweet.

Breezes stirring grass,
Softly they caress my face,
With their gentle hands.

In the cool-sweet day,
I sit until the sun sets,
Until the day ends.

*~Marian~

What
     we
        sea
Not                  
       What
     we    
here

Rather Silly-
           Rather Queer?

Someone stabbed me from behind,
they found it was my sweetheart,
I was thankful to her, as life was
demanding a price too much of late,

I wanted to believe it's her, and was glad,
I knew how much she loved me, to do this herself,
finding a solution to end the existential pain forever.
But when she came, in tears seeking forgiveness,
and my heart started to bleed, I was confused.

Not the face I saw, the world hides many things,
from me, I've been lovefooled again and again,
I thought her  words  were worth gold, a **** silly fool
She has been  slowly eating my soul, this fits me well!