The Great Depression.

Drove fast my Buick…was late so, had to be really quick

It was the black Tuesday, luck tripped…and I was given a pink slip

My heart stopped beating… I was filled with aggression

Before I could act…someone told ….world is under Pandemic of the Great Depression.

Andrew’s photo next to the window…reminds me he is dead and I am a war widow

With nothing left now, just 2 children…I decided to move to my homeland Britain.

Life is miserable…it’s such a pain…with no money; we cannot even board a plane.

This life is very constrained…my agony peaks when I think I need to start all over again.

Everyday I give an interview (but Fails)…..only to seek chances that are very few

I really want to move forward….but the wretched time is acting like a statue

They say everything will be alright…they day dream and their thought is so untrue

My loneliness kills me every second….there is no one to abuse…with whom should I argue... Do you have a clue?

I think of getting married again…I am still pretty, I can get a nice man but no one could be Andrew.

Bad fortune would chase me to the grave

Devil of depression rules the world and I feel like a slave

But I will fight back and I won’t hide in any cave

My Children are proud of their mother…they say she is really brave

What future holds for me? This thought is costing me dear

I am thoughtless…pillows get wet every night…my misery accompany them with lot of tears

My will keeps me afloat...it says….you won’t sink there should be no fear

I would do everything in my ability…I must win…my thought is crystal clear.

I swear to my children…I will chase away this bad Omen.

I cannot accept defeat…I am egoistic and a strong woman.

Would work hard all day…all night…in every season.

Would even plough rock…doesn’t matter if it’s barren

I wish to see my roses (Children) blossom…God will you help?

I want turn this desert into a Garden.

Otherwise. A nice guy.

I remember I gave his mother an advice.

You just cannot manipulate him with any device

I told her not twice but thrice…he is simple but someone who likes spice

Honest from heart, kind inside. To be precise

A really nice guy but otherwise…..

A few days ago, I attended his engagement…his parents made an incorrect judgment

Though he loves the girl but then she is just She…he doesn’t mind any provocative attention as long as it’s Free

She is his but now old…he is quite bold…so he went onto see another girl…erotic feelings he could not hold

He said it was a stroke of luck,just a stroke. He did not do anything wrong,just helped a girl who was really broke (ha ha ha).

One night stand is pretty justified…I gave her lot money…he said it with a smirk eventually cheating on his honey

I was not into contradiction..it was his sheer addiction…with a gentle vice

He is a nice guy I know but otherwise…

One day I saw his father arguing with him, never saw the old man before in such a grim

A lot of cash was stolen…his room was ransacked…even the safe was broken

John love cars, girls, he likes fame…Old man was screaming at him…quite obvious is his blame.

He loves spending money in derby, a game that was introduced to him by his honey his fiancée Miss.Jane Kirby

Later he admitted… said he is a rookie… he lost all the money in derby……he was befooled by a bookie

Very clean, very clear….I must say honesty has no price

He is a genuine guy I should say but otherwise.

He has no bad habits other than drinking which he likes to get indulged in till his gait becomes swinging

Despite losing every time…likes to play poker…turns to bezique…people still call him a joker

In the same Casino at that night …he saw Miss. Kirby holding someone really tight

He could hardly talk,he could hardly walk..still went to the bar and said…give me a large…that too on the rocks!!

He turned around…shot her down…it brought end of his ugly showdown

I asked him why he did that…he replied hunk…I don’t know but I was too drunk…

Oh My God!! To my surprise ….to my horror

He said Miss. Kirby was holding him…He saw that in the mirror

How can someone be so honest?? How? I remember I gave his mother an advice.

She loves her son too much…considered him wise...

That makes me say he is honest, kind, genuine guy………….. but otherwise.

The Robbery.

I am blinking…cannot bear this strangle

My head is distorted at an awful angle

Body is roped…hands are cuffed

Feet are shackled with a big iron bangle...

Its paining….I am losing my breath

Oh….I can’t do anything…someone please avert my death

What is going on…I don’t understand…what the heck!!

Only now I recall…I was sentenced to be hanged by the neck.

What is my crime?? Everything was fine…

My name is jack and I am a thief…she was Cathy and we were involved in a mischief

It is a long story my reader …let me tell you in short…in brief.

We were in the city of Amsterdam…..with nothing to lose and execute a plan

We decided to rob a bank…even the name was The Rabobank.

I don’t think we did anything insane…we just followed the name. (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha).

We memorized the city’s map…to ensure we would not fall prey in any trap

Under the shiny bright sun…I took the delivery of the guns

Everything was perfect….everything was alright….our confidence was at its peak…we decided the day to be tonight.

Cathy did not want to die in such a young age

Come on darling….have me...I am all yours…said she…showing off her cleavage

Libido was in control.I had no interest in sex…but the lust in her eyes turned me to a T-Rex.

I told her…we got to get the money…we’ll spend our life in southern France…just hold on my honey.

With her blood red eyes and an angry frown…she said we are going now…it was too early I gave a thumbs-down

I said ok lets go...it was one big mistake….all we were going to do was to put our lives at stake.

Around 6…we reached the bank...there were lot of cops to welcome us…I guess someone played a prank.

I was zapped completely blank…I took out my six-shooter and shot three...Bang bang bang!!

Christ sake...Cathy screamed…please stop!!…shut the bloody hell up I said ...Just open up the lock.

There were three cops…bloody dogs!!...I killed em all….just to ensure there is no further block.

I never wanted to kill anyone…but I was not worried…it was all about money….it was all about greed.

Why do I need Cathy…even she must die…she is unwanted…she is a weed.

I looked at her and shot her down…she fell…and there goes Cathy as a Lady wrapped in a black gown.

Destiny had its own saying...the chase begun and begun the ugly countdown.

Never to run in a cop’s car…a lesson I was not taught

They surrounded me …I smiled …it was the end…I was caught.

They took me to the jail…even Cathy was dead….to get me out on bail.

Cathy was not Cathy…..she was Florence…I could not bear that fact…it was beyond my tolerance.

I was charged for murders and a theft of 5 Million Euros…case was filed by Florence (My Cathy) of Investigation Bureau.

What is going on…I don’t understand…what the heck!!

Only now I recall…I was sentenced to be hanged by the neck.

14th February.

I know the lines below make no sense…

Let me be drowned in your love… let me be a nuisance.

I keep saying again and again…to fall in love is no offence

Love is a passion and

Passion is the only weapon for which you need no license

On this Valentine’s Day…

I only have one thing to say...

Whenever I think of you...

Old becomes gold…and I feel brand new…

Your advice…your suggestion…ends the entire rancor

In the moments of distress…your smile acts like an anchor (gives support)

Your smile….. It’s just so beautiful…You deserve no less than a Maybach 62…you are my queen after all

I am pretty good at many things but unfortunately I am not a banker.

You are in my every thought…leave one …please spare

I’ve refrained myself …I have lot many things to share...

Can’t get you out of my mind….you…your eyes…your hair

Don’t get angry …please…ok do if you like…but let me tell you….you look damn cute even when you stare.

You stay far away…I know we can’t meet...

I wish I could sprint all the way down to your country...but I am no athlete…

A thought of you my mind feeds on like the loveliest treat…

And after that lovely feast…it often asks me…why your sweetheart is so sweet??

Oh she is my Queen…I do not say that…says my heartbeat.

Your hair….and that side parting…

Only adds more beauty….makes you look more charming

Your smile….your cute dimple

                                                                                                                    

Makes my complicated life really simple

Your brown eyes….and that razor sharp look.

Makes me forget my own poetry…but miss gorgeous on you… I’ll write a book.

Your small little nose and those pink lips

Makes you a perfect idol I like to worship

Only now I have realized…you are not you

But you are me…my integral part…and that is why I like you…

My heart and its beat chant your name….Stella, Mary, Jenny, Natasha, Lo Quisha

No no no my Lady…even the heartbeats my heart skip…reminds me

That she is not the one…but the most special one

who else it could be…its you Tousha!!

Love,angst and Agony- 2.

Living the present....

Gone are those beautiful days of love

When I used tie the letters on claws of my dove

Black days are here again..they make me feel jittery.

please don't ask what happened??

this question adds more to my Misery.             

After a few days she got engaged

left me all alone....enraged

her thought makes me feel outraged

its not easy to forget her..I am stuck.. caged.

I never expected this ugly turn

read her letters everyday....should have them burn

and if I really do that, would keep the ashes safe in an urn

I need to live without her.....its a difficult lesson but I have to learn

This situation has left me a little leisure

Oh baby! Please come back  you are my ultimate pleasure

Your moves, your talks, your pauses your memories were more than a treasure

The bug of you is crawling across my mind…this pain is impossible to measure

Love was a great journey but it’s the end of the ride

I don’t want to live anymore

I want to escape..want to hide

I cannot handle this agony..I think I must commit  suicide

She is no longer with me…it gives me a jolt

 I Must die now...........

I checked the safe..unlocked everything …removed every bolt

But bloody hell!!

Where is my good old colt??

All of a sudden I feel a shake

I pray its not an earthquake

Opened my eyes…my mommy is shouting  at me.... wake up..for Christ sake!!

Its 10 in the morning…get up.... be awake!!

Oh holy Christ..it was a dreammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

But a fantastic movie with beautiful scenes

I am distracted with this strange knock

I looked at the door ten past ten shows my wall clock

I see a bouquet of red roses and a pink umbrella

With a card on it ..reads My name was “Stella”.

Confused!

Love,angst and Agony- 1.

Recalling the Past....

Its eclipsed...Sun is not blazing

Its drizzling and I am waiting

for her to come out

She may not turn up...I am in doubt

I am enjoying this game of waiting but don't want to hear Time out!

Its getting dark..all black throughout

I can see her finally...under a pink umbrella

She smiled at me and slowly uttered My name is Stella.

We know each other through a common friend

we hardly speak but like each other...

so the time has come to share our feelings and bring the silence to an end

She is talkative ..I am not but atleast I can pretend

Finally I asked what are you doing this weekend?

Nothing she said..but asked why?

I replied...want to take you out...we have a luncheon to attend

but it is for couples ..So ....ahhhh.. So..ammmm..will you be my girlfriend??

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.......I proposed her.

Its crazy...but its really nice....

No if she says I may lose her..I will pay a heavy price

And to my suprise

She said Yes....And it ended my distress.

Suddenly our romance has become talk of the town

without her I used to be a clown

but I am a king now among my friends and she is my crown

I am flying high on this romantic flight and never want to see down.

We talk hours over the phone

 All day all night...till it fatigues the tongue and hurts the jawbone

make promises to each other..come what may

we will stay together..do anything but to be alone

Our parents may not like this..they may throw us out...have us disown

but it does'nt really matter now

And if it happens..we will be happy.. we won't groan..we won't groan

Our love is for ever...our love is supreme...it wil be alive even in our graves

We are so sure...I Love you forever!! will read our tombstone.

But...................................................................................................................................................................................................

2194 Days- The Soldier- I (Germany)

A sense of defeat

has shackled my feet

I remember he told us do anything

to everything but retreat.

I am fighting in waters at the beaches of Normandy

with the holster full of grenades

and a rifle as my arm candy

I am in hell….

can’t even enjoy  my brandy

I am stuck..War is like mire

in which irrespective of your desire

You need to put on this awful attire (of Courage)

And smile even when you stand in the line of fire.

I remember my days in Berlin

She used to smile ..when I played Beethoven on my violin

Danced in the evening and spent that night at the Berg’s inn

There is no point recalling..i buried all her memories deep in my heart’s coffin.

Gone are those days

When every day’s dust used to look like golden haze

Life was simple unlike today’s maze

I was full of zest but now dead is my craze.

A swastika printed cloth is my hind arm band

reminds me I am fighting for the Fatherland

 thought we had destiny under our command

Victory is slipping away from my hand

defeat is something we cannot stand

Millions followed him…me too…was part of the band.

He…..our leader..our saviour

His influence was not only in Germany…but far beyond..much greater

We can’t leave you….guide us..make us victor

but now we are retreating…my mind is in ambiguity

How long it would last….will it ever end?

I’ve lost my family, lost my friends..

My mind is in ambiguity..will I ever get to see her?

It gets convinced..when I say..its not for me, not for the Fatherland,its not even for her

Its for him….he is the bearer

It’s the game he started  to hear his people chanting….

Heil my Führer.. Heil my Führer!!

Is there any future?...please tell me..please 

Please tell him there is no future

I wish I could get executed but

We've only seen a decade of reign...

1000 years looks a big joke My Führer!!