THE BIRD : SONNET 182

The Bird
Sonnet 182

There resides a bird inside my body,

And has grown up eating what I eat

And drinking what I drink, and daily, nightly

Does do whate'er I do; from home to street

Where'er I move that it with me does wander,

With me it sits and stands; in full agreement

With me that it resides, in pain and pleasure;

In sadness it is sad, in wellness content...

Yet for what stake it loves the tiny space

My body affords, while it has wings to fly

To the boundless sky and live with grace

On all the things the eternal world does 'ply?

Howe'er, a mortal, open stands the door;

Know once it flies out, I will be no more.

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KISS ME, PLEASE!

Woo-hoo...! Kisss you...u...u...u...??? Oh, I'm being frenzical !!! My slavering tongue is jerking fast And my quivering lips are pouting out With booms of kisses in the air -- Ummah...! Ummah...! Ummah...! Just yesterday, an okay got my promise. Today is the chance no way to miss. And ready is my basket with pecks, Lip-locks, French kisses, and other varieties... I'm also ready for the lizard kiss, And the kiss of the Spider man... And I'm sure I won't beg like Big B -- (Juma, chumma de de chumma...), This is my right to kiss I earn'd this week. I shall kiss like one Dhoom 2's Hritthik-Aash's, Although I envy Emraan's 'Murderous' thriller kiss... I'm ready with my balmy lips, Strawberry flavour'd, To be the biggest smoocher Of do hazaar chhabees... And I have hidden the cracks On my wintry lips To save from rashes My Valentine's softy cheeks... Well with flushed up teeth, With cleaned up tongue, With exotic ...

TWENTY FIFTY : SONNET 187

Twenty Fifty Sonnet 187 Sapiens are closing in on twenty fifty, But know not what the year has kept for them; In their mind the ephemera's nest of history, So they can't see eternity's landing emblem; Nor can hear the brain's untold prediction, That life'll fore'er be rid of the grip of death. Oh, wake up for the deathless New Creation, To say goodbye to death do hold the wreath! The elixir's coat on Earth the year will lay, Whereupon one once born will live forever; The men of science are working night and day, To create the world's supremest wonder. Just stay safe till the emergence of the Fountain; If you haven't died, you WILL be young again. ©️ N P Samal

THE BATHROOM SINGER : SONNET 176

The Bathroom Singer Sonnet 176 From the bathroom comes the voice and plays Around in many a number, gently touching Each lucky soul -- from youth to elder age -- With its enchanting notes of love and longing... But the singer wishes for no credit; No listeners he does think to entertain, But him, alone, alone to suck each beat, Each tone, each pitch, each rhythm, each refrain, As the showery bathroom's walls replay His romantic, lovey-dovey numbers In the quiet hours each morn, each day In his cube-size happy universe... I doubt the man's self-entertaining soul If to amuse him, he has none in the Whole. ©️ N P Samal

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