Glamour Veiled

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of them all,

Pray do say it is me, Why,

Only I know it's me.

Wild colorful streaks on my hair,

Ravishing Rivers for each emotion.

Body-Hugging clothes, give a glimpse

Of what I hold within,

A Second skin to live-in.

Glistening Gloss for my lips,

Dew drops sitting pretty on my face.

Mellow Mascara for the lashes,

A simple lash of theirs,

That can tame any man.

But wait, my attire is not complete,

And here I am,. and All that I am..

One last puff of a perfume..

And with this veil of mine,

Here i stare into you,

Oh Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all,

Me with those lavish lashes

and the fragrance as a signature,

The scent of a woman, Veiled...

Glamour Veiled..

EYE SpeAk

A Sea of White,

Flows across the moonlit night,

She stands there,

And Unfurls her eyes.

Lashes beckoning me,

Into those two Islands.

They Speak:

Stare into them always,

Or drown forever in,

The White Sea of my eyes...

Ping Pong

Ping pong ping pong,

the red ball to and fro the wall,

Back and forth his hand,

Ping pong ping pong.

Ding dong ding dong,

Answer the door, open it wide,

There stands she in eager. finger on bell,

Ding dong ding dong.

Ping pong & ding dong,

In this echo of confusion,

The balls misses the wall,

And slams on the girl at the door.

Shock runs through his face,

Bewilderement across her's.

Sigh, The first instance they met,

The ball bounces lower, lower and rests.

Ping and Pong, Ping and Pong,

It bounces again, not monotonous like before,

here and there it misses and flies away,

Livelier, not mindful how far or where it goes,

Because,

Now there's no wall in between,

Only two smiling eyes,

With a ball dancing in between.

Return Of Investment

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Addition of a new member to the family,

A boy, a vehicle to carry forward the family-line,

An evidence of vitality,

an evidence of prayers answered.

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:::INVESTMENTS:::

Phase1:

All the clothes and all the toys,

All the care he must have, he gets.

Phase2:

The best school, the best tutors,

The safest transport, the weighty-foods,

Phase3:

Additional support, like crutches,

Aid to make him stand on his 2 feet,

that he had all along.

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:::RETURNS:::

His first paycheck lands,

Probably a token of appreciation,

Provided he is overcome by joy.

---Phase1 of Recovery---

The boy wants a girl, for rest of his life,

or so is the plan, leads to A marriage,

Followed by a lumpsome down-payment,

---Phase2 of Recovery---

Boy+Girl= you know what, Hopefully,

Seemingly the Highest gain,

Satisfaction, But always a desire for more,

To live and watch the next genration of investments.

---Phase3 of Recovery---

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The Balloon

Red Rubbery Balloon,

Fuelled with air, In and Out,

Bouncing, Jumping, Flying,

Without any bound..

Tethered to a string,

Pulled by a hand,

It follows and floats,

A Servile Living.

Bright and vigorous,

Retorts always, never retreats,

Bursting at its seams,

healthy as can be.

Time catches Up,

Air oozes out,

Or, just the seams hold no more,

It falls from grace, it deflates,

Slowly fades away,

With a Dying wish,

that someone again,

kisses and blows in life,

and brings it back

to its Springy Ways. . .