Sparks and Springs

With a spark in the eyes
and a spring in the step,
I begin the day
with cheer and glee.

The numerous glances in the mirror,
the fresh deo paintings on the body,
the wrinkle-free shirt and the well-trimmed beard
reflect my will to seize the day.

The tender touch of the morning breeze,
the warm blanket of the glowing sun,
the resonating laughter of the jolly good roommate
prolong the cheer and newborn glee.

You're always a part of my conversations.
In fact, you're the heart of my conversations.
Yours is a recurring role in my TT* dreams.
Your thoughts accompany the many cones of ice creams.

What is life
sans crushes and soft corners?
Though some men are content
with just wet dreams and boners.

Still, the magic of love works overtime
when the very thought of you
makes me begin the day
with a spark in the eyes
and a spring in the step.

* - Table Tennis

'Crushed' Casanova

The city bus is a wonderful thing,
Many a beautiful girl in it can you see.
Some college guys in it funny songs sing.
The crowd resembles fish in the sea.

In my second year of bachelor's degree did I see a girl.
She was so pretty and looked like an angel.
Her hair wasn't straight and had many a curl;
In her charming eyes and dimples I instantly fell.

She studied in a college exclusively for women.
Often did I see her when she got into my bus.
Then would I feel like floating in heaven.
But, it's a pity I couldn't show my prowess.

One day, I wore a blue-striped shirt.
Fortunately, I looked so smart that day.
With her magnetic sight did she slyly flirt.
I just couldn't keep my excitement at bay.

Days passed by, and she continued to do it
Even when she was with many of her friends.
A candle of joy in my heart she lit.
Oh! Those moments thinking about a girl a young man spends!

I wanted to talk to her,
The beauty whose name I didn't even know.
'Anjali.. Anjali', did my heart whisper.
That's the name I gave to that doe.

My friends were aware that
On her I had a crush.
Nothing else conspired but
The memories are still fresh.

After a few months, did I gather the courage
To talk to 'Anjali', the pretty college girl.
Knew not I of the damage
That would eventually unfurl.

I followed her one day
And said, "Excuse me".
She turned around and did spray
Some angry looks on me.

Now with her eyes she said,
"F*** off you moron!"
Fury in those eyes I read
And thus decided to move on.

Later did I find out
She was older than me.
My lips made an invisible pout;
That's how fate mocked at me.

I understood the origin
Of the mystery word 'crush'.
That's where angels fear to tread in,
While fools readily rush.

Thus was I 'crush'ed by a very cruel girl.
Thank god, it wasn't love that would twist and twirl*!


* - twists and twirls the lover's heart

Kicked and Crushed

He was a little boy, one foot tall.
Boys of his race were always small.
My brother and I used to kiss his head,
His blood was yellow, sometimes red.

He had five legs, short and stout.
We loved to kick him and make him shout.
His cry was annoying and sounded bad,
But still we used to kick him like mad.

His body was brittle and easy to crush,
He lived in a cold house to be always fresh.
We took off his cap and put him down.
The boy who was liked by all in the town.

He'd run off to the road and keep rolling there.
We never did help him for we didn't care.
Vehicles shot past him but he wasn't scared.
Tricks like those we never ever dared.

Happily he rolled in dust and dirt,
In the process he tore his tiny shirt.
Oh dear! The boy was fully unclad.
Seeing this, won't his parents feel bad?

Just then Andy slammed the throttle,
Killing the boy named Pet Bottle.