Saturday, June 13, 2020

Dream Girl



Her precious porcelain skin,
Kissed with just the right amount of sunshine!

Her spotless body glistening like diamonds,
Made her look incredibly divine!

She looked fresh as a daisy on a winter haze.
And her soft full lips put everyone in a daze.

They were like the blossoming of wine and dusk,
And her pearly smile had an angelic touch!

Her sparkling blue eyes,
It seemed lost in an ocean of silence.

And the mischief in her kohl-lined eyes
Made everyone want her for an alliance!

Her inner sparkle,
Like a shower of dewdrops on a restless soul.

And her beautiful black hair,
Fell softly on her shoulders like a silky stole!

Her movements were so delicate,
Gliding on their own enchanted cloud.

It gave her the grace of a ballerina,
Pulling people towards her in a crowd!

She was an all-woman too,
Not afraid to own her curves.

And she had that heightened maturity,
Never ever letting her lose her nerves!

She had an invisible halo,
Placed gently above her head like a whisper.

And she had genuine warmth and affection,
Never leaving anyone with a blister!

Her every pore ached with some longing,
As she had kept her feelings under wraps.

And her thoughts were carried away a million miles,
By a magical breeze, like a child in peaceful naps!

Oh! She was so beautiful and pure,
Like morning's serene rays.

But she had that wild sense of recklessness,
And the crazy desire for freedom, like someone, caught as a prey!

She was a cascade of emotions,
Brimming with life as an ocean of melody.

Her every breath an aesthetic whisper,
Urging one to be lost in her, like an everlasting remedy!

Can someone tell me who is she?
Is she real, or a goddess?

Or the first kiss of December?
Or the girl of my dreams!
 

Joblessness


I'm stuck in a cycle,
Of all the dread, uncertainty, and disgrace that dissolves away at me,
Debasing whatever trust was left,
Like a castaway stuck adrift.

Gracious what I would provide for have a reason,
Motivation to need to be alive,
Getting a new line of work with this economy,
Resembles stuffing your turn in a colony.

Long periods of experience are the thing that individuals need,
Goodness, what I wish to accomplish,
Yet, how might I do that?
With no cash for school at my disposal.

I'm tired of being derided,
For something I can't control,
"You're a freeloader, futile, silly"
Words do incur significant damage.

I miss being youthful and imbecilic,
Too little to even consider knowing what lies ahead,
Coddled, washed, and thought about,
Presently I'm in an ideal situation dead.

Too old to even think about being thought about,
Unreasonably youthful for the experience of work,
I'm so weary of living this way,
Scarcely ready to gobble as I get the fork.

How simple it is end everything,
Be free of this jail called life,
Basic as locking back to point,
Or on the other hand, getting that blade.

Just 18, and only a weight,
To everybody around,
I simply wish somebody would get it,
Be that as it may,
I simply observe everybody breathing while I inside suffocate.