“MEMORY SERVER” OVERLOAD

Too many thoughts

Crowding my mind;

As my old cache memory

Stands corrupted

While my memory fails

To recognize, even a mammary

With the crowding of thoughts

The mind is shattered and dissolves

Into the matter of the conscious;

For it is a server overload

Which does lead to rest and peace

Since a life of distrust

Had led to a certain amount of caution

Resulting in the retention

Of unwanted thought

So unnecessary and so uncertain.

A crowd of thoughts in my mind

Has therefore gathered across the horizon.

My old cache memory

Now fails to recognize a mammary

And stands corrupted.

Thoughts that were my life’s summary

Have all now vanished; being decimated.

MOON FLIGHT

That big yellow orb

made me go crazy and run away

only to show me the way.....

A PRAYER FOR RAIN

Rain, rain, rain

My body doth yearn

For the cooling rain

To rid me of the burning

Of the scorching sun a shining.

Oh Rain! Where art thou?

Forget me not in my hour of need

Rain on time

Rain at full blast and speed

Rain on time

Rain during the season

So that this earth of mine

Can be radiantly green in all season

And the sun then gently shine

In the sky so blue and fine

Oh! For rain in the summer season

ON COMPANIONSHIP

He was lonely

She was so lonely,

And together they spent

A night so holy.

All they needed really

was the comfort

of their embrace, truly

No lust; no sex

Only pure companionship.

Together they rested

Locked in an embrace

Until dawn’s rays tested

The windows with a haze

Then did they return

To their lives in this world of strife

Rested, refreshed, rejuvenated

They went about their life

With precious joy within, untold

READING PEOPLE

I read people

When I read their poetry

For after all, to me

They are baring their soul

its landscape, its fountains and waterfall

Recesses, crevices and whirlpools, et al.

THE “F” WORD

One of the few languages that has a mystique for me

Is the English language though strange it may be

For the evolution of several English words

Has later, led to a lot of lovely verse.

But what had fascinated me all the more

Was the word used to denote the expression of amour

The use of the “F” word had so fascinated me

and I have always wondered why that should be?

why such a stilted and meaningless word was used

to describe such a sacred act, where bodies fused?

There are many versions of the origin of this word

but they all mean the same to the people of the world.

When I read the full form of this word so fine,

the most popular swear word of all time,

I was rather disappointed and cold

for I had expected something more bold,

more extravagant, jazzy and more colourful, maybe

than “Fornication and Unlawful Carnal Knowledge”, so drab

So drab and furtive the word did it seem to sound like crap

Indeed its abbreviation sounds better and promises pledge

than the knowledge of the full form of such knowledge

So let’s just say “Fxxx it” and let it be

Do read: http://consistentlycrazyviews.blogspot.in/2012/10/the-evolution-of-f-word.html