The Crocodile Room

I send her.I do.

My flesh, my blood,my breath,my very own soul

I send her

I do

She is learning

She is growing

I believe them

I do

She comes back with stories

Half eaten fruits and all

I’ve been there

I have

Must she go too at all

Whilst ‘they’ invent

Mysterious rooms full of crocodiles dancing to tunes

‘I’ wait in impatience, counting, them decieving moons

For ‘her’ to find her ‘own’ dancing shoes…

She is too tiny they tell me

But send her I do

 

Just for Kicks

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At first

You were

Just two lines on a stick

 

Then

The heartbeats

Felt more optimistic

 

Soon

My mornings

Were sick

 

Later

My bulging belly began

To itch

 

Everyday

I Prayed

Just for Kicks

 

Some days

Were dazed

By your tricks

 

They say

Tis Braxton Hicks

 

Hitherto

Well versed

In our mutual ticks

 

Henceforth

Impatience

Will run thick

 

I’m waiting

Come soon

Make it quick

Waiting to Welcome You

I hope it’s warm inside

Were your eyes wet every time I cried?

Did you feel parched when my lips dried?

When I watched my weight did you feel denied?

Every step I took

Every move I made

Did it feel like a roller coaster ride?

You are safe inside

For in my heart you reside

We are all waiting

Waiting outside

With minds and arms

Open wide

By The very excited yet anxious Closet Poet

Come Soon

 

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I can feel you inside

Come soon

It’s wonderful outside

 

The skies are still blue

There are butterflies in every hue

The grass still green

On either side

 

The seas are still blue

There are fish in every hue

The eyes still dream

On either side

 

Birds are still flying

Lovers still sighing

New-borns still crying

Grand Parents still dying

On either side

 

Both sides await you

Are you ardent inside?

Come soon

It’s wonderful outside

Come soon

 By The Closet Poet

Time’s Up

 

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What’s left of me?

A few stifled breaths

A few beads of tears

Not many people who care

Not much black in my hair

My time is up

Not yet

Not yet

 

What’s holding me back?

A few bottled-up desires

A few pent-up yearns

None of this seems fair

None for me will despair

My time is up

Not yet

Not yet

 

 

What’s it that beckons?

A few sparks of light

A few streams of white

Release me

Don’t

Seize me

I give me consent

Go ahead

Relent

No fret

No fret

By The Closet Poet

Comatose

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What’s Left of me…

No Grandiose

No Artifice

No Gimmicks

No Tactics

Not even Fossils

Nor Relics

 

Don’t diagnose me

Just overdose me

I’m morose

I’m comatose

I’m ready

Ready to decompose

Ready to transpose

Bid the world

My final

Adios….

 

By The Closet Poet

Tough Cookie to Crack

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You are Fortuna’s favourite child

On you Tyche will constantly smile

Abundantia will abundance bring

Felicitas’s coins will make you sing

Lakshmi will adorn your household

On these lines if you are not yet sold

I can’t let my brains go to ruin and wrack

You are just another tough cookie to crack

 

By The Closet Poet

Inspired by a prompt for Day 21 on NaPoWriMo 2013.