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I don't know what this is
I only think of you
I can't pay attention at all
If I do, then it'll only be for a short while

Your the Joker to my Harley Quinn
Mad Hatter to Alice
Severus to Lilly
My light to my Darkness

I don't know what to do if you where gone
I need you everyday
If I'm away from you
I'll go insane

I know what this is called
Its called Mad Love
Hiya!
You wanna hurt Mistah J?
Sorry bozo but you'll have to go through me first
You'll never lay a finger on him

My name?
Not tellin' ya until you play my game
If ya win, then I'll tell you
If ya lose, lets say that there's going to be a mess

Mistah J is my puddin'
You wont ruin his fun
Not while I'm around
Sorry if I spoiled your fun

Guess you lost, but I'll tell you my name
My name is Harley Quinn
death toll increases everyday,
can the madness end?
The music box keeps rolling on,
"Til' death do us part"
Was driving
To shivaraathri manappuram [1]
With idichakkas [2]
To meet you
One day.

Enroute
To a vow made one life
The two chakka dumpkins
Their smug demeanor
Drove me to chuckles.
Like guys  
On a global tour  
They  
Waved buddies bubye
Babbled on
To the jackfruit trees
On the boulevard
Singing “salaama salaama…”
The jackfruit rap
Boisterously.
I was beside myself
With laughter.
The exertion
Exhausted my cheeks
I stopped near a shop
For a cigarette
Saw there,
Two packets
Of fried chakka chips
Among other snacks.
My chakka dumpkins
For you
Overwhelmed them
They broke into tears
They recalled
Their haughty ride
In a car once
Singing salama
A festering past
That throbbed with
The agony  
Of getting torn to shreds
Of getting fried crisp
In boiling oil.
The chakka dumpkins
Were dumbstruck
They stopped singing
And began to cry
Looking upon their sisters
Sister, you have forgotten me!
An utterance from Khasak
Muffled the scene.
Sad at their plight
I held them close
My chakka dumpkins
For you
Forget it honey
Forget it dear
I patted them
Trying to stop their tears.
The chakka fries
And my darlings
Continued weeping
And wailing.
I smoked a cigarette
Went to them
And whispered in their ears
That I am consigning them
To you.
They laughed innocently
Showing their gums
They bid adieu to
The sisters
Promising
They would meet next life
I felt like
Laughing
And crying.
Laughing
And crying
I sang

Salama, salama
Salama….


Translation  : Shyma P
[1] The sandy landscape in Aluva, whre Sivarathri is popularly celebrated at the Siva temple on the banks of Periyar River and this place is called the Aluva Manal Puram (land with sand)

[2] Unripe jackfruit used to make Kerala cuisines.
She didn’t want him to know
She fell in love once before
She thought he was the one
Now it’s over
But she's not ready to close the door

She lost her heart
She wants to write about it
But her new man can’t understand
He thinks she’s still in love
It's something she can't admit

She’s trying to be hard
But that’s not what life's about
She can’t deny her past
Or how it made her grow
She’s just being honest
But it’s making him doubt

She decided not to think about it
She had to pretend
But a dream can't be controlled
And the past can never be forgotten
She wonders if her heart will ever mend

She’s trying to lower her guard
Sometimes life won’t let the tears out
She hopes her feelings don’t last
She's trying not to let it show
But she needs to be honest
Even if he decides to walk out
I have a female friend who has written poems about a past love but she can't post them because a new guy might think she's still hung up on him. And maybe she is, but I told her she should not worry about that... that's what writers do...
today started off
with a little variety
left my house sleep-deprived
for my group for anxiety

and I look forward to it
that group feels like home
guess I need a reminder
that I'm not alone

and I came out replenished
ready for the day
I feel I can face life
*a whole different way
The intense , creative nature of the planet
**** sapiens are merely a forgotten message in the ocean sand erased by high tide
As we freely partake of her offerings she will most likely ignore us
If we continually damage Mother Earths window -
to the heavens she will drown us
Copyright April 11 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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