There  Are  Poems
Inside  Of  You
That
          *Paper
Can't
          *Handle

I don't know my family,
Everyone is quiet.
Closed doors and zipped lips seal their fate with locks on it.
I never knew my family could be so dramatic
It's tragic
What happened to family.


©MH

All of a sudden, out of nowhere something came across the way.
Exactly what this something is,
it’s quite difficult to say.
As of now the present is on hold because of this something.

Difference of opinion leads to conflict of interest
Escalation in conflict leads to war
Always remember never forget the cause.
Go into details of each and everything,
follow the same.

Over a period of time it will be realized,
time and again cause is the only thing that not only remains the same, but is also important and hence in no way there is an escape.

Never forget that you are facing an odd
Never try to evade the same
Over a period of time it will be realized that odds make a way for many more new things in life that can not only be touched, sensed and felt, but those same things can be a part of  life,
making an otherwise routine life very much interesting.

It's not that easy being green,
A nonsense verse to be seen,
To be green, we all manage,
Every human fits this adage,
To feel envy is a human emotion,
The grass is greener, we sailed the oceans,
That is why there's migrants, prithee,
We're still flying over the seven seas,
The shifting sands of humanity,
All humans feel envy of something,
Cor, I want that bird with another's ring!
The other man's bull and blip is always better,
But what happens next, when he does get her?
Miserable divorces are not that hip,
Just because you want her blip,
Is this such a nonsense to be seen?
It's not that easy being green,
But, somehow, we all manage,
Quite normal feelings, that's an adage........

almost but not quite
doesn't seem quite right
but i won't make you decide
not tonight
perhaps another day
til then i’ll hang tight
but for now you'll have your way
because i know you love me, even though
you say you want to wait to show
the world that we're together
two birds of a basic white girl feather
tattoo

but you
you said we're together (basically)
but you asked me to wait patiently
though i'm terribly impatient, shamefully
but amazingly
to phrase it rather blatantly
i'm in love with you rather crazily
so much so i'll wait
until the date
until you pie me in the face
and shama-lama-ding-****, doll
finger guns and all
and let me know that you're ready for
all my love and more
for the title and the belt
(oh yes, there's a belt)
to be held in my arms and melt
as you hear me say the words i've longed to say
and finally have it my own way
when i call you my lady
and we're going steady
together until we're eighty
so long as you're ready

what you said
i can’t get it out of my head
try as i might
my brain hangs on tight
to every thread of every word
perhaps it sounds absurd
to think that i can recall
the moment you told me to wait, words and all
but i’ll hold on to this hope
like a dangling lifeline rope
until the day
i hear you say
shama
lama
ding
****
i hope i don’t have to wait very long
but in case that i do
know that i love you
and that just as you’ve read
i meant what i said

let's dance
now's our chance

A flood.
A torrent.
An endless pouring of doubt.
It fills.
It consumes.
It chokes and kills.
You don't see it.
But it's felt.
Inside the depths of my chest.
I'm dying.
It's strangling.
It continues to press.
I try and fail to breath
And the funniest part?
I put on a smile and make a joke.
And no one seems to see.