Q & A

Heart rebels against 

 The embrace of questions,

 Annoyingly devoid of answers, 

That like wild weeds

 Eat away familiar peace.

 Haunting melodies 

Of an old lyrical song, 

The souvenirs of 

Sunset dreams,

 Come back again

 Like pigeons. 

No matter how hard I toss it, 

Using all my strength, 

Waves keep dragging it back. 

It keeps coming back, 

To hunt me down, 

To shatter my ease 

And demand quest for answers. 

 Resolved against 

Voyage on no-moon waves,

 With mast of fallow hope,

 I tightly shut 

Evanescent smiles, 

Aching tears, 

Nebulous thoughts, 

And wingless feelings,

 In inadequate 

Urns of words, 

Before they decay

 And reek of death,

 And offer it to sea of dead. 

Walk away from it, I must

 Before everything is lost,

 For fond embraces of answers, 

Would always be missing.

Women.............

Miss-Muffet-on-a-tuffet was declared scared
The curl-on-her-forehead-girl got labelled bad
Cinderella was victimised, only saved by a man
Fairy tale heroines, sweetheart, couldn't get it right

The meek, sugary, sweeties are called nice girls
Spirited, talkative lasses get shrewish tags
Adventurous, sporting misses, become tomboys
Teenage maids, my pet, have difficulties all right

The plain homely gal, gets left on the shelf
Models, artistic ones at thirties turn desperate
Ambitious women are lonely spinsters bright
Single women, dearie, are in an awful plight

Married women just work at jobs, stay housewives
Careers are fulfilling at the cost of family life
Divorces, widowhood leave her alone all night
Life is difficult, darling, for ladies outright

Daughters are burdens, sisters mere appends
Mothers too demanding, wives cause friction
In-laws create problems, relationships quarrelsome
The female sex, my love, are society's burdens

The party girl is looked at with suspicion
Friendly madams tarred nymphos, loose one
Reluctant, tired matrons are said to be frigid
Individuality, honey, is plain misunderstood

From America to Australia, China to Finland
Women internationally are always criticized
Nothing you do is approved or esteemed
Whatever you do, dearie, you can't get it right

I came across this poem while wandering in internet.. hope you all like it.

Love

To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
to work side by side
and then smile with pride
as one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
to take time to share
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
to be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
as a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
of all the good things
that sharing life brings
love is the greatest of all.

I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.