"modish" poems
I was waiting for him on the escalator on one side of the road
My Heart pumped at the highest rate when all at once realized abode.
Saw him looking generously dashing riding a scooter
He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and his hair were messy but modish.
And here I was standing in my usual tank top and jeans,
hair tied in a messy ponytail
just then He saw me, waved And parked his vehicle near my usual bus stop
I walked to his way with my bag full of books.
We sat on the bench and started random talks about everything except what we thought about.
He then started using his phone and I was beginning to feel ignored. He on a spur of moment stopped and stared me and mentioned about our chats and phone calls
"How it started"
"How it became more Frank and comfortable"
"How good friends we became online but never met in real life" strange isn't it?
Then I told him I have to leave and the 'awkward silent moment' and he finally spoke "yeah"
We shook our hand and he refused to let me go
So I smiled and left his hand and eye contact and stood in the row
The bus started moving and I saw him standing there only, shrugging his shoulder and leaving that place.
That was my first and last with him or anyone!!
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
Her funky , modish, lingerie on a clothesline hung to dry,
doesn't bring to mind any wild imagery,
he just sees that: an undergarment
decency wouldn't permit to make an exhibit like this,
"My God!" he realizes with a shock"The midlife crisis has already started"
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Lustful deceit of truth;
Unadulterated treachery of youth;
Transformation acceleration - Sloth
Like candle to moth
Deliberate disregard of lucidity
Profligacy elected humility
Portly modish scrawny
Legislature legitimate parody
South Africa today
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
Meticulously dressed
in an
expensive, modish suit,
Swaggering opulence & lacerated talk,
Small-hearted, sagacious,
evil-minded and
having sinister design,
I am
pretty sure
He is
a zippy,
Zombie,
Educated and
Diplomatic URBANITE.
BETTER
to be a rustic, uneducated fool,
in whose heart always
Simplicity, naivety and magnanimity rule.
Mukesh Kataria
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
H-Hail! Hail! Hail!
A-All cuddly aquiline butterflies
L-Limbered and croon
I-In the midst of Eden
M-Mirthfully like the hallowed angels
A-And soar high beneath the curled clouds
H-Happily the withered grass and flowers
A-Awoken,and laid out their hearts
I-Imperil before the rays at sunshine
L-Languidly,to ink modish Ballads
E-Eulogizing thy charm,thy steam and thy wit
Y-Yes! Yes! Together the whole universe yodelled for thee
Halima Hailey
©Historian E.Lexano
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
Reliance brings me to the assurance of psychy:
For me 'hardiness' is even a colourful Garment of my unpleasant days;
Whose each seam is sewn
By the modish touch of mother's gracious hand!
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
Well-crafted suits,
chic, colour-coordinated costumes,
toned bodies, heady perfumes,
affected accent,
modish gadgets,
glib, politically correct talks,
juggled alphabets displayed after names
to show off eruditeness -
a bizarre veneer of sophistication we flaunt!
We wisely disguise our hideous true selves -
our barbarous primitiveness -
under our glistening outwards.
Its greed, its pride, its selfishness,
we shrewdly camouflage with enamouring smiles,
we, a generation of impersonators!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC