If I were a grasshopper
I would hop from tree to tree,
If I were a party pooper
I would issue my own decree,
Alas I am an ugly duckling
Wish I could hang to be free;
If I were a guy
I would seek flesh, ever sly,
If I were a girl
would never entice, hide beneath skirts, never twirl;
Don’t ask me what am I then, why so bitter?
for the confused mad mind has no gender;
If a mad mind’s all wishes were to come true,
It would be hell on earth anew.
An untidy uncouth fool in despair and hunger blind,
sat upon a misty hilltop clutching stomach unkind,
a heavenly dame came
offering roasted game
all hunger left behind on the glimpse of her sweet behind.
I am a man of thoughts
but without words or actions
what use, thoughts, mere farts.
I believe I can triumph over we,
but where and who am I,
ever fleeing, am I just a flea?
that won’t bite or die;
days lengthen and so do nights
go without toil,
while victors share the spoil,
I am lost in inner fights;
Do I have a place in the we
do I really belong any place at all
I ponder over nightly hours in the wee
without true pride is there no fall?
whatever I am is not for today,
may be tomorrow is my day.
They say fickle is fame
yet can’t extinguish the flame,
the fire within refuses to burn out,
runs out of bounds stout;
why bother about the million
when can’t enthral the numbered few,
ever a spectator in the pavilion
away from distant cries and hue;
lacking talent and even will
making myself a fool,
never ready for the kill
yet for fame my drool;
heard about poker billionaire
but what of a player like me in solitaire.
I wrote for me
I wrote for her
wrote and wrote to be
without a care;
till the day came to pass
where my writing had to pause
without a comment or like
the pen went on a strike;
my motive is impure
that is for sure
I seek from her, a platitude
but she never gives any latitude;
I am not human but a tail wagging dog
seeking a pat or a bone through the fog.
I pine alone feasting through Valentine’s day’s plough,
but what of the multitude fasting for the lent,
if it only where possible for someone to dent
my solitude, even if it means just momentous lent love.