To cake or not to cake?

I saw the sliver of rainbow cake

Stuck to your silky beard.

I saw the growing inches

under my wavering belt.

I saw "us" going downhill

when the cake I managed to steal.

The spring seems to be over and

The birds would sing "deciet".

It was, of course, your birthday

and the crumbs lay on your beard...

Would cake do us part or death?

It's time to put our holy ties to a test.

And oh! like a frenzied freak,

Did I leap for the blessed piece of cake.

The rest remains history and

an icey one at that.

p.s: 1 )Shared with Poetry Picnic.
2)Shared with http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

3) The words in italics are the three words suggested by the prompt in 3 word wednesday.

Babble mumble

I can't weep.At least not anymore. All the tears, the red burning tears that I was so used to shedding, scarcely serve to quench my now-frantic heart. 


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For, what are tears if it is just brine. They tinkle down and you, oh you terribly divine you, just wipe them off with your charming smile, which leaves me feeling mushy inside.


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Tears, to be taken seriously, should be thick, bloody and should dry your heart with each falling drop, leaving you, exhausted, lifeless. Unwipable. Only to be healed. 


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If corpses could talk, mine would probably -through it's weighted tongue- force out through faded, choked sighs the loss of the briny-sweet tears and the charming/disarming smile.  


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The eyes would,then, probably bleed the real tears again. For a corpse, even a corpse much-in-love, doesn't need a heart to be quenched. Only memories to breathe off of. 


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Muchas gracias, you.

(Almost) wordless wednesday

To my dearest birthday girl

We walked through the springs and purple summers,
Playing ring-a-ring-a-roses with many hands.
But found each other at sudden moments of shared aloneness.

We were here, there, everywhere.
Breakfast,lunch and dinner...spices and desserts.
Through Kundru(s)and pav bhajis, subways and hics!

Knocks on the early morning sleepy doors.
Walks replaced by other dear ones.
Closing up chapters of lives as allies in crimes.

Closing years are still to arrive!
The fun-ning dance and the eff-ing yum guy.
You and I, a repeat, only you and I.

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p.s: 1) you know I am not a poet.

2) Tried. sorry for the lameness. I don't do 'happy' too well.

3) Happy birthday, my dear girl. <3

Good vs Happy

A wise-ass Rabbi said  "The happiest people I know are people who don't even think about being happy. They just think about being good neighbors, good people. And then happiness sort of sneaks in the back window while they are busy doing good." 


Poli says 
" In today's world, either u are good or u r happy. the happiest people I know today are the people who dont care about bad and good and just act according to the situation. I on the other hand am not happy.what i am, is content with my choices.
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Oh by the way, I know its a cliche but I believe that there is no black or white in a person. there is always a mix - always GRAY- and the hue differs with the degree of good or bad. 

Purple is the new gray for me. 


Poli is proudly purple. more to the lighter shade she would like to believe(and some would like to vouch).