Romance
I love you, my dearest, my cherub
The sunset and sunrise are for me a spectacle & to behold
Because of your warmth I do not feel the cold
Of the cloudy, dark winter nights
Logs to burn I need not, nor do indeed the light
Tomorrow is always a day to look forward to
In your company life is a bundle of joy
A tear rolls down my cheek, and shines and sparkles
It beautifies my skin and gives it a certain glow
In your adulation it had to flow
I captured to kitten through your eyes
And whispered a lullaby by your sound
Togetherness should last and last
I am in love, I am in love

Guilt Complex
Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise,
Keeping away from the lively movements & noise
My own I fail to recognise
Do not shake hands with me please
I am no more, no more at ease
I suffer from a guilt complex
Was I the one to destroy a friendship
Or lose my temper in a relationship
The other day I threw some litter on the road
Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer
I suffer from a guilt complex
I am amazed at my faults
Have I them or have I not?
Is it just the state of my mind
Or has somebody without cause have me to remind
Of a non-existent situation,
Will I ever surface, 1 suffer from a guilt complex

Encounter
On my travels such was my plight,
Did Gulliver or Passepartout with all their might
Slip in a puddle in broad daylight
Were they bait, to such a trait
In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor
Who would pronounce romance truer
The mishap with the hair
That turned bald and bare...
Thinking of the worlds miseries
Had there been no fisheries
No salmon and no trout
To bring about a prick in the mouth
With the writing to bleed
Promising a bond in a deed

Till Death Do Us In
Last night I woke up from a dream
To realise, that it was not what it seemed
My companion for my relaxed hours
Was wet through and through...
No I had not done it...
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it
I totalled the time
That flew past the chime
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40, 40, 40