Pomes

Here are some of my works. Feel free to tell me what you think of them!

She kissed me again last night,
Until we were both wet with desire
It took me a while,
To quench her thirst so wild

When we were satisfied,
Even though there were clothes all around
There we lay in bed
Not a word to be said

We had missed each other so
What with this lockdown
The children being irksome
And her husband always being home

They had fought for long
He left to cool his fumes
And also to bring meds for those wounds
That he inflicted on her like a hound

She sought me out
Her eyes wet,
As soon as he was gone,
Her heart torn

But he came back too soon
And when he saw us wrapped together
His anger knew no bounds
His voice making no sound

It happened so quickly
As it always does
After all, when cursed,
Man will always be an animal first

He picked me up
And threw me to the ground
And there I lay
Waiting to pass away

“Enough of your drinking!”, he shrieked
She said nothing, looking at me, her favorite
Her comforter in the deepest of sorrows,
Her reason to look forward to the morrow

She picked me up tenderly
“The problem was never the drinking,
It was always you”, she said
And with a jab, he was dead

His blood dripping off my broken hands,
I knew this was the end
For him, for me, and for a part of her
Which would never recover

Indeed, her drinking died with him
How could she drink again
Without her love, her favorite mug
Which she used to smash the bug

When things got fine, she kept me
As a memory of our love story
But some things we must never mend
In order for bad things to end.

Finito

Our eyes met,
And I knew at once,
I was his target,
His next pounce.

Thankfully he couldn’t attack,
For I was sheltered,
With the roof just above my head,
And hoards of people scattered.

Yet I knew,
That this meant nought,
To the pigeon who would spare no chance,
To dirty me with its rot.

I am the peaceful kind,
I would’ve simply not stepped out,
If I had not a date,
And I wouldn’t let her pout.

Newtons third law says,
To every action,
It is but natural to have,
An equal and opposite reaction

And so I decided,
Its time to step up against this bully,
To give it a taste of its own medicine,
So it may never repeat this folly

When the time was right,
I stepped out fearless,
As it approached,
I felt a strange paralysis

And when it was ready,
To paint me white,
All I did,
Was take a step aside.

As he stared at me,
Shocked at missing the kill,
He faltered in his flight,
And banged against the window sill.

Calm as a cat,
While David Attenborough gasped,
I clawed on his wings,
And unleashed my wrath.

Out came my breakfast,
As well as last night’s fare,
And for once I was victorious,
For he could no longer stare.

Karma, humans call it,
This crow calls it vengeance,
Every pigeon will now think twice,
Before it starts its engines.

Finito

A funny world it is,
The one that we live in,
Where excellence is what one must strive for,
But the excellent ones are called crazy

Where the extremists are radical,
And the conformists indecisive
Where you must have an opinion on everything,
But if you do you’re opinionated

Where a male scholar is wonderful,
But a female one is just too smart for her own good,
Where men belittle women,
Because thats what they see their mothers doing

Where you can’t do too little,
But too much makes you obsessive
Where you’re taught to fear death,
But not to fear a dead life

Where too much makeup makes you a hag,
And too less means you’re not a good shag
Where a chubby face means you’re too fat,
But everybody loves large butt and a big rack

Where killing yourself is a sign of weakness,
But smilingly taking antidepressants is strength

Where you’re forced to sell yourself,
By selling things you don’t believe in,
Because if you’re not making some cash out of it
Then are you even an artist
But if you don’t, and end up with no subscribers,
Then of course you aren’t the real deal.

Where you’re told of the ray of sunshine behind the clouds,
And the new leaves the tree will get in spring,
But not of the rain and cold the clouds bring,
Or that those leaves will fall off in winter

Where discipline is what gets us somewhere,
Because it is the key to success,
Because it’ll get you money and fame,
And the praise of the world

But that this will mean nothing
Because your bank will be empty in the real currency,

You.

But you will go along
Doing your job,
Taking care of your family and friends
Because you don’t want to end up like that homeless man at the end of the street,
The one who smiles and asks how your day was,
And is grateful when the sunshine is warm

No, you would rather be trapped in this prison,
Because it gives you a warm fireplace and food on time,
And most importantly, it gives you what you crave the most,
Societal acceptance

Your kids will grow up idolizing you,
As the one who did it all,
They will then grow up and have their own life,
While you’ll stand by forgotten,
Remembering their first walk and fall
And at the end,
When you look back,
You’ll remember those spurts of color in between the black and whites,
When you took a day off and just walked in the rain,
Or got drunk and danced the night away,
And you’ll wonder, Was it worth it?
After all, I did what I was told,
Thats when it’ll strike you,
You aren’t thinking about others’ life right now,
You’re thinking about your own,
Maybe this is what others do too,
Maybe this is what they always did,
Maybe nobody ever cared.

Oh well, I did my best, you tell yourself,
But did you do your best for yourself?
Comes the nagging doubt,
Indeed I did!
I could’ve gone for that trip to Italy instead of studying for all those exams,
But no, it would break my parents heart,
I would fail my exams,
Nobody would want me.
I did take it 10 years later,
With the family, when I was too old to go diving,
But I did take it!
And everybody loved me.
Except maybe me.
Yes, it was a good life indeed.

A funny world it is indeed,
The one that we live in.

Finito