Quit Smoking

I was tired that day,
And that heart ached in an un-fine way.

In my trouble I felt a beat un-heardly,
Then, told all this to a lady so friendly.

It went on with an un-beating that night,
A trouble and a concern for that lady of might.

Mumbled she with a small echo,
"How much do you smoke on a go?"

That anguish and those eyes,
Left no place for any noes or lies.

An illusive face in grim that he did disdain,
Becoming the very reason for his pain.

Finally, that persuasion came to a round,
"Do no bargain with me", You are my dearly found.

"You are a sinister and so be I"
"If you do not quit, then let me try."

It pricked as if a nail piercing by,
Left now nothing for me but to cry.



(C) Raj Jaipal

Scary Letters

Long ago, there was this dark road,

Where-in a bearded man lived in a shanty abode.

Everything merry passed him missing,

He then turned up his head and found a new wishing.

Turned up that age of sweet dreamy yore,

With her canvassed lass twined in each folklore.

Time passed by into another green day,

And turned up another lady from hay.

Deranged did found that old boy,

In a new thought of this unworldly joy.

But for that ‘second’, was a day in blue,

A thought in paint and which she never knew.

He painted her in shades of his letters,

In a dream for a girl which really matters.

Called it-up numbered like Friday the scary-ly,

Yes it was a dream indeed, and not just fairy-ly