Poem Number 220 - Women-Men - 23/10/1987

A marriage to a sweet young genuine woman,

A woman of such beautifullness, offspring’s of tender love,

A woman who respects a man, for the person he is,

As long as he looks after with proper sense of mankind to her.

No displeasing actions of hatred or anger,

No feelings of jealousy, or any sign of unhappiness.

Just mature adult reactions of good-natured people,

To soften the hearts and minds of one’s such loved.

Men are not considered to be, the most softhearted of the sexes,

And the ones that are to the extreme soft-heart, in styles of life,

Are considered the female of a homosexual relationship,

Of which society disregards their performance of life.

Women are considered not to be the stronger in strength of the sexes,

Yet the woman who are so strong, in their styles of life,

Are considered to be the male, of a homosexual relationship,

Of which society ignores their performance of life. 

Poem Number 219 - Fire, Land, Air And Water - 23/10/1987

My day of glory of everlasting happiness,

Is such a time of joy and smiles.

To my true hearts future, there is a bright light a shining,

A shining with glows of a startling rainbow stream.

The water, land, air are being sensed about,

The fire that burns the land, to bring new bush,

The air that helps the fire burns or stops the fires movements,

The water that puts out the fire and with air helps mother’s nature grow on land.

To be the fire, I am not,

To be the land I feel touched,

To be the air, I may be,

But to be the water, I will be.

This day of finalizing our marriage arrangements,

This day of warm, friendly and unforgettable forth comings,

Is a day of remembrance for my sweet fiancé and me,

To be proud of being together, with such love and tender care.

I am so proud to have met and to have loved,

I feel so happy to be loved and for me to love.

Yes! For the first time in my life, I will be joining my hand’s wife, a beautiful life,

A wife who cares, a wife whom loves and a wife who completely understands. 

Poem Number 218 - Marriage Of Future - 23/10/1987

To this date, marriage has not meant more to others,

Than just two people signing a legal document of ‘life binding’.

People seem to marry divorce and again marry & divorce,

Yet so many first marriages seem to represent false images of two people’s love.

Marriage is such an important step and decision in ones adult life,

That we even hear of marriages of conveniences.

Who knows if they couple that sign this document a both?

Are genuinely interested to share the rest of their lives together.

And yet, dramatically once living together under the same roof,

There seems to be a change in lifestyle for the individual.

Not realizing that for a continuous happy marriage,

Joint plans of every nature must be to both’s delight.

So correct decisions must be made on behalf of two not just one,

And on the way to the futures success, there should be a little fun.

Communication of all sorts must be attended too,

So that doesn’t get his or her wires crossed.

My marriage of future will be one of thoughtful thinking,

With my wife I will talk and listen for anything of importance.

Whilst plans of long term goals are passed by us,

I will always have fun, laughter and happiness with my gracious wife. 

Poem Number 217 - Fruitful Love - 21/10/1987

Sleepless night I had of last, leaving me with two hours of rest,

With Nirmala, I was entangled between the bed linen sheets.

Thousands of kisses were exchanged throughout the night,

Our passion for love was expressed in real action of desires.

The warmth of her skin had touched me like an alarming sweet sound of music,

And her lips of soft abounded flesh, meeting me half way for a gentle kiss.

We awoke up a few times to comfort ourselves to sensible talk,

But like no time was passing away, we had rested all night long.

Like two lonely people living on earth forever more,

With not one other living soul, not even the poor:

No one to disturb us, no one else to talk too.

Just us two: you and me, having a snooze.

I kept my mind on the fruitful love that was brought upon us,

The love, a million of love could not be matched to Nirmala’s love.

Like a solid castle of love and understanding,

With the outside guards fighting to save the ‘King’ and ‘Queen”.

Poem Number 216 - Face Of Smiles - 20/10/1987

Smiles galore, was the message of last Sunday,

Where it was my first outing with my decided girl of future.

We had kept our hopes on it being such a warm and adventurous day,

And I think God must have made the day for us, and not for anyone else.

Being so excited in this such memorable day (in my diary),

I woke up with such anticipation, eager to start the day on time.

Writing down my lively plans of the kind of marriage, we’d like,

I felt like, to push the train, closer to my point of arrival.

Before I could knock on the front door, of her sister’s house,

There she was in such beauty of a woman, with power of flowers.

Her hair all combed to suit one’s own delight,

Her dress that flourished with soft green flowers, also with a touch of with ray of light.

Her lips creamed with red lipsticks of deep fresh strawberry,

As I sneak-looked upon her charmful face of smiles,

From the moment we were dropped to the train station,

Our hands wouldn’t separate, the love we shared.

We talked of our future, we asked questions of our future,

We walked so slowly, to join our lips together,

Showing each other the care, love and affection,

That we will share for the entire rest of our married lives.

Our hearts came so close to throbbing on time,

As she touched me with such tenderness and care of a kind lady,

And I kept stopping from talk, to a passionate kiss

Yet, neither one of us were embarrassed of being publicly known.

At times I kept thinking of the living life we will be living,

To be satisfying each other’s, by most of the methods of all mankind.

As I feel so warm and happy, deep down inside me,

The doors of locked dams open out to be seen.

Leaving a smooth air of security, for a long time I haven’t had,

With dreams and thoughts are bound in realistic love,

To chosen and to be chosen, is a gift from almighty God,

But be wise, careful and to be true selectively on your partner is a dream of your life.

For a woman to agree to what is aid by a man,

For a woman to listen so carefully, to what is being said,

To keep the peace, whilst minds and bodies are set at ease,

T’is the proud ness of a strong and very good relationship between any people.

The close of the day had seen the opening of hearts, for both of us,

Like a discovery of an untouched country of many desires.

Poem Number 215 - Fulfillment In Happiness - 19/10/1987

Our hearts keep on pumping to the tune of merry words,

It is this day that the sun shines its bright rays of light.

Whilst the night sparkles with stars that glow forever more,

The darkness of which, reminds us that ‘badness’ is about.

We, as each human want us to be glorified, in every way,

Yet we cannot take the unfortunate answer as ‘failure’, at task.

Is it that we do think of ourselves too much, as to say?

Or is it our trusting ourselves of reaching individual goals?

Where does our strength lie, in reaching our priority opportunities?

Do we realize that we tread on others, to completely wipe them out?

Are we (whom of which we believe in), love others in a so alike fashion?

Why is it that we treat others like dirt and yet don’t like the same treatment?

Standing up in such a comfortable position,

Both moving from side to side or forward and backs,

May seem to be an easy task to do and take on,

But as soon as time passes by, you collapse and fall down.

This just goes to show you, that your strength in life is not by yourself,

The people around you, that helps you when you fall down flat on your nose,

Are the much personal strength you gain and how you perfect on them,

Is the ultimate result of your life’s fulfillment in happiness.

Poem Number 214 - Black Friday - 13/10/1987

Today is the thirteenth day of the month,

Today as well, is the Friday of the good week,

But the day is supposed to have an evil touch about it,

Only because it is commonly known as, ‘Black Friday’!

This is where people who are physics’ are having a bad day,

A day where everything goes completely wrong for them,

A day where the end and beginning wasn’t right for them,

A day where the next day will be comforting for them.