LIGHTS DOWN LOW

LIGHTS DOWN LOW

We’ve been battered by inflation

Hammered by price increments.

Chronic vehicular traffic

And incessant haggling

Have made our spirits fatigued.

The mornings are disheartening

The afternoons are scorching.

Our pockets are shallow

Yet with burrow.

Our days prolong

Like gowns so long.

Yet at night our spirits must make jolly.

Let’s fight the cold together.

Let’s distress our worn out souls in unison.

Let’s unburden our minds with mutual warmth.

Let’s tickle our eardrums with chilly whispers.

Let’s ejaculate beats from heart to heart.

Let our tired lips kiss in relaxation.

Let’s turn our lights down low tonight

 While we massage our weary spirits to rest.

GOD IS NOT A DJ

GOD IS NOT A DJ

In our ups and downs

Through our thick and thins

Our thoughts go high and low.

As mortals as we are

In our days of glory and pleasure

Our inner beings at times forget

That there is an invisible hand which steers our daily affairs.

Yet when days go gloomy

And nights go ugly

We suddenly tend to realize

That there is a Higher authority

That rules and directs our lives.

Whether we’re Christians or Buddhists

Harikrishna or Eckists

Muslims or Jewish

Traditionalists or Rastafarians

He reigns in our daily affairs.

Let’s not dash to Him only when the storms roar.

Let’s not bow to Him only when life turns ugly.

Let’s not make Him our last resort when all means fail.

He’s not a DJ who just plays our requests.

He is a choirmaster

Who desires each one of us

To willingly surrender the voice of our daily lives

To be conducted by Him

To produce a melodious life of harmony and tranquility.

Make Him your choirmaster

Not your DJ

HER LOVE IS L-O-V-E

HER LOVE IS L-O-V-E

She stands out tall

Trust me, she definitely does!

With a heart so silky & tender.

In a world of entrenched emotional hardships,

I thought she was a girl

But then I realized she was a woman.

Well-baked & well-garnished

With an eye that sees beyond the eye lids.

Beyond my obvious horrible looks

She saw a prince charming.

Beyond my mighty pot belly

She saw six packs.

In my vacuum pockets

She saw a Dangote cum Bill Gates.

And even in my evident extreme blockheadedness

She saw an Einstein.

I thought I was finished

But in her eyes I saw a statement which read

‘This is just your beginning’.

Love comes with different spellings.

Some come as B-E-A-U-T-Y,

Others come as M-O-N-E-Y,

To others it is F-A-M-E,

While to most people it remains S-E-X.

But her love came to me with passion.

It came as a boundless L-O-V-E.