I’d rather give you that one reason to smile
Than a 100 memoirs to shed a tear
So I walk with you a while
On the edge of the sear
Hold your hand and plunge in the deep
This bright yellow is for you to keep
It’s a midnight star from the sweetest sleep
‘Tis the brilliance of fire and peace of the earth
‘Tis a molten rock of a free-love’s worth
Take it as it was always yours
This one color of a shaded vibgyor
Harmless little lie
To keep the tie
But what if I find out
From Your Mail Box
That the little lie was a big one
When I’d Know What Got Us close
Was the Gap that Always Grows
Between love and life
When I’d Know
She Parted and I Toppled
So We traveled amazed
And on Your Way to Making Me Believe
That I was the Best Thing That Ever Happened
What if I found out that I was the Fool in Your Cards
When times were hard
What Would I really do?
What Could I really do?
I’d Not Say Goodbye
Would tell you a harmless little lie
That I never knew
All you didn’t say
And that Harmless little lie
Would keep the tie
Love has a strange fragrance
Tamed it becomes restrictive
Flamed it becomes instinctive
Shared it becomes addictive
Felt it becomes absorptive
Compulsive it becomes repulsive
Reclusive it becomes delusive
Exclusive it becomes Elusive
Inclusive it becomes diffusive
Lost it becomes abusive
Penned it becomes abrasive
Neglected it becomes regressive
Damned it becomes corrosive
Given it becomes conclusive
When life gives you a lemon
Well, if life gives you a lemon at all
From where do these actually fall?
Anyhow, I got some showered upon me too
Though in count they were few
What did I do of these citrus blasts?
Ah! One I stepped on for my past
Another one was rather green
Not ripe, yet very sour
Pickle I thought
In a jar
As soon as I was going to get in one
I steered away my car!
Thank god… superstition saved me
As I flaunted a lemon-haar
I also got one in a margarita
Asked the waiter whether it’s fresh
He said: the lemon is
Once again, the lemon saved my soul
And my stomach too
Here is the story of the last one
I bought one from the hawker
To squeeze it in the eyes of a stalker
Now I don’t know whether it was the lemon or his eyes
For that last lemon I paid a heavy price!
Touch has memories
Of a phrase stuck in your brain
That you’ve been trying to rhyme
…..On your guitar
Yet it all goes bizarre
Till you strike the chord once more
This time it is from before…
…Before she went to another land
The music was gone too
Your listeners are few
They say she is back in town
Your lyrical inspiration
Won’t you like to go and meet her?
Shake a hand and greet her?
You get the lyrics back
She owes you at least that much
Will she allow your touch?
For touch has memories
……..Like a phrase stuck in your brain.
Don’t tell me to slip in the black
Just to hide some flaws
or a stomach that can put any man’s potbelly to shame
Don’t tell me to give up on the sequins
For they add to my bold ways
Don’t tell me to drop the off-shoulder
Though they make me look a size bigger
I am not ashamed of my figure
And my skin for fashion is thicker
Don’t tell me to wear it long
For my second skin was always a thong!
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It was gone in a flash
And so will this New Year Bash
Yester’s wishes still remain
Nonetheless, it’s an endless chain resolute for gold and gibberish
Once again it’s time to plan
Where from all of this began
Last year you thought of a better fortune ..
..you forgot better days, right?
Ah! That’s a year gone now –
And as always
It’s out of mind ..out of sight.