Rejected and Ejected

Last night I gave you
3 roses for three special words
And a kiss for a warm night
As you sleep off your light

You kept the rose
And I was touched
But then I found, it was bashed
In your special vase labeled “trash”

The warm kiss
I so did enjoy
But then I never felt
So much hair before
I found out later
I kissed your dog named Roy

I have never been late
On any of our dates
But hours rushed pass
And the food I ordered
Forcibly, I ate

Your excuse is “sorry I forgot”
– A bout you, you little rat
Can’t you take a hint?
And leave before I get my bat!

When we are walking together
It’s as if I’m a monster
A ghoul, a stranger or
Worst, someone even a sheet of paper could cover

I gave you a stuffed toy
To remind you of me
Then you laugh so incessantly...
I never knew why until
Your friend reminded me
the toy I gave was a monkey.

I wrote you love letters
On scented stationeries
At last you respond
But on a sheet of crumpled toilet paper
Saying you hate me.

For me, getting a girl…
Is never automatic
Falling in love
Can sometimes be frantic
Or maybe my face is just that traumatic?

It was a Friday when John felt that there was something missing in his life. He struggled with everything he did that day. What ever it was that he felt missing was bothering him too much. John decided that it was best if he avoided everyone he knew so that they wouldn't be alarmed by this sudden shift of emotion. So he did as he planned and avoided his friends.

That evening, he thought he'd grab a beer and re-think everything he has done in his life - his decisions, his choices, his everything. No experience was spared in this desperate attempt to discover this mystery that has been swallowing his being. As he was very methodical, he started first with his childhood experiences. He had a decent family. They weren't rich but they could support themselves properly. “No problem there." John said. Next he evaluated his teenage years. John was never left out during his time in. He would always be where the action was. He was smart too. So, it couldn't have been his teenage experience. He had been involved in an array of activities during college and by the time he graduated, he had experienced most of life. "No problem there." He interrupted his thought again. Pausing for a moment, he then shook his head and decided to go home with unresolved problems.

The next night he decided to hang-out with friends hoping that their energy would somehow transfer their excess glow to him. They drank and had fun the entire night. Going from club to club, dancing, singing, the menu for that evening's event was endless. Still, after everything that had just taken place. He still did not feel that he had figured out the mystery that has been troubling him.

The next night he felt like a road trip was the solution. He grabbed his car keys, hit the gas, and off into the sunrise he was. Scenery after scenery flashed by as the clear blue sky turned to purple and eventually blackness. The moon was up and the stars were dancing in the sky luring John to join their fun. He could not though. He was still intoxicated with the unknown that has conquered him since Friday.

That evening, on his way home, he stopped at a station to gas-up and have a couple of cigarettes. An old guy came by and asks for a few dimes so that he could get something to eat. John gave him a 20 and he went away. A few minutes later he was back.
"What do you want now old man?" John asked with a hint of annoyance now.
"I just wanted to thank you Mr." said the old man.

"Word of advice: don't take uncertainties too seriously. Let them come and decide. Let them teach you how life should be lived."

"Excuse me?" John asked baffled.

"Live life my good man. Don’t let past mistakes bound you from what you still have to see in this world. That much I can tell you..."

The old man smiled and walked away. John could only gawk at the words the old man told him at that moment. But as he was driving home, he realized the value of these words and he smiled...

storms and shades...

moonlit skies paved the way
for the boy gone astray
recognizing he took the path
filled entirely with wrath

once upon a time
he had a road to take
beautifully paved and
unblemished by the storm

in an ironic twist of fate
he took the detour filled with hate
no trees for shade
only swift winds that felt like blade

never had he seemed so pale
from an encounter with this gale
when he thought it has passed
worst would come and hope that it was last

he moved swiftly
as the storm grew steadily
not a shed in sight
only seering blackness from the night

he took the time to breathe
and realized
"what could have been,
if I gave in to her guide?"

the strong winds passed
and the glow of the sun is here at last
still he mourned for the day
the beautiful life slipped away...

and he was sorry...
it took him some time to realize,
he had placed someone else
in a storm far worst than his....

I'm sorry...