Circus of troubled thoughts
His
dirty hands now firmly held
Two
a silver coin; his only fortune.
Cursing
his fate he slyly smiled; at
the
joker’s nose; a beaming moon.
Eyeing
the candy of rainbow blue,
His
heart yearned of sucking it too.
Alas!
irony of fate had the last laugh
as
his love lay divided equally in half.
The story of enchanted woods
Amidst those
willows my soul rests
not dead but
lost in a dirty trance.
Her faint
touches left visible stains;
brown barks
now reeked of romance.
T’was my
only path to choose for life,
either
riches or rags soaked in love.
None any
more sweeter than another,
Was she a
boon or bane from above??
Wrinkles that never fade
In
faded colors of promises all broken
smothered
was his grey memoir frame.
Embellishing
battle scars he accounted for
was
a war waged in forging a worldly name.
Numbing
his senses came the acute pain,
the
malaise in his chest counting his time.
The
final choice now lay at his feet, to
Live
in agony or embrace death’s rhyme.
Her
Majesty’s revelry
If it wasn’t
the hug of a cute Barbie
there always
was a charming Cinderella.
A cold
Edward if couldn’t make it on time,
she was the
ever sunny Taylor’s silly bella.
Her grey
strands of age never could falter
until her
makeup masked the furtive liar.
Two decades
of toiled life went unseen;
t’was the
youthful dame or the ol’ sire.
The Bitter pill
Caught
in the ever looming cycle
Of
twisted fate and destiny’s war.
Never
has one so slaved alike
a
gutsy man; none went any far.
Every
instance of a plaguing doubt,
Yo!
women leave it as a silly impasse.
Where
we fight for utter survival; you
bask
in loaned glory like tinted glass.
PS: A slapstick treatise on the hardships of man spanning his
childhood to an age of senility. This in no way was an attempt to disparage the
status of any woman. I just tried my hand at lampoonery. Hope people appreciate
the fun element rather than the utter meaning the poem relishes in.
It portrays the difficult choices a man has to make as a kid -
choosing between the candy and the joker’s show; as the man confused at the
path his career laid before him or to follow his love; as an old man battling
against a disease or greet death with a smile.
Whereas a woman on the other hand always has an equally sweeter
option right from the Barbie to the man she dates. (please excuse me!!)
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