Poem Number 79 - Trust Is The Word - 20/10/1984

She’s so beautiful, in every way,

With nothing but sweet conversations with her, we share.

I’ll always feel so relaxed, as I have found my new love,

Which means something more than anything else.

She tells me. To go out and find another girl,

Then we go out…………….

But there is no way; I would do that at all to her.

Cause to myself, I would be shouted at!

A woman, so young and such a delight,

At least, I have found a lady so bright.

Blond, like the sun shining,

Onto the whole wide world,

I’d say, I’d keep on watching her “ Wayne”,

Lying right beside them, every single day.

Happier are the days for me, than ever before,

Since I met Barbara, nothing has ever seemed wrong.

There is this very distinct strong feeling, within myself,

Which tells me that we are going to be living together (In a while for a long time).

I have little to offer to her, except myself,

That may just seem a lot to her (well I hope it does!).

I will take care of her and her lovely child,

Even though, he may seem to be a little child.

Arrangements may be little to us,

As we both understand that passionate kissing and sexual love,

Would cure all disagreements, if there were any!

Life should not be made, on the basis of voices of yelling at each other.

Faithfulness, is our main aim,

There are a lot of miss marriages,

Caused by playing up behind your partners back,

This would make our lives, an extremely loveable one.

Trust is the word, which would be kept between us,

The confidence I have re-earned,

The only secrets we will share outside of us,

Is that magnetic attraction of love?

It’s a little over a week, we have met,

Yet, it feels that we have been going out, with each other for loner time,

For a great part of our life, no one needs to know, about all this,

Except the only two people in this world. Just you and me, Barbara! 

Poem Number 78 - Barbara - 19/10/1984

To meet a very nice young lady, called “Barbara”,

Who makes sure that I do not keep on smoking,

Did I change, within the first night?

As we both enjoyed talking to each other.

Why should a man or so, call be,

Jump into bed without saying a word?

Is it just to show, how a man can feel so free?

So, he can just have a one-night-stand with a bird of any choice?

There is more to life, than being a man.

No pride is lost, by not making love on the first night.

As the smiles are shared between the man and woman,

And the time put into it, is such a great delight.

To Barbara, who care and loves her child, “Wayne’,

May I at least, try to help as much as I can,

As I have never felt, so needed before,

Neither richer nor even poorer.

Will Barbara want to speak to me again?

To a guy, whom she’d most probably want to see again?

Or will there be another guy, who steps in the way,

And for me, to commence my life again right from the first day.

I urge not, to have a cigarette,

As all I needed was a friendly pat on the shoulder.

May I pledge to god, that I don’t end-up, in strife-like before,

Having faith in you, in all I need to do: obeying your commands.

Friends may we be, at least to both our eternity,

For that is the importance, of our relationship.

So that cannot be changed, so easily,

Cause it would change our course of life-entirely.

I may not have much to offer to Barbara,

But my friendship and caring, is all I can give,

As I would not take any privileges,

Or show unlove or forgetfulness to her.

This maybe another change in my life,

A change that may have come at the right time;

For myself.

I know that my mother doesn’t decide in whom I like.

Passionate love, is how I feel tonight,

Holding her hands, as if I would not let her go.

But the confidence within me, was regained by Barbara,

And my body will keep on ticking, to the fast beats of my heart. 

Poem Number 77 - Strike Or No Stirke! - 17/10/1984

It’s a good thing that God never had,

“Never go on strike!”

Because Jesus wasn’t treated fair,

On the good work, he had done.

If he once sat down and said,

“That’s it! I’m through!

I’ve had enough of those on earth,

So this is what I’ll do:

I’ll give my commands to the sun,

And cut off your heat supply,

And to the moon, no light will be seen,

And lastly, run the oceans dry!

And just to make it really tough,

And put the pressure on-

Turn off the oxygen,

Till everyone’s breath is gone.”

May say they want a better deal,

And so, “On strike”, they go,

But what a deal, we’ve given God,

To whom the world, we owe.

Some don’t care, whom we hurt,

To gain the things we like.

What a mess we’d all be in,

If in God should go, “On strike!”