The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Sack of a Kitten

When I was a little kitten in a sack,
You were there,
Were you?

You fed me up,
You dragged me rags,
Your soothing touch I never knew.
Soothing were you?

Balled into fists,
I saw.
You never gulped them.
Up breast you clenched on…
And on.
I interrupted your letters with my tearleft eyes.
You saw.
Did you?

Against my bosom I held my hurt,
Trumpeting an evil laugh surrounded the sack.
I got out,
I did?
But I never seize or squeeze,
Any meaning to decipher you.
I’m Sorry
Are you?

Mumbling cumbrance to my Enid Blyton book,
In, the story fantasy grew,
Step moms were too good.
Contemptible realities I grew to write.
Thank you.

CAT AND THE KITTEN
That story.

THE KIND KING
That story.

SNOW WHITE
My favourite like,
Oh that story.

THE KIND KING
On his throne,
Honestly grew strong fellow.

Parzival –
Cloak of sunshine.
Loving gaze, kind eyes.
Bless Him
That Sonshine

Less perplexed,
I'm doll in the cupboard.
Not your fault.
Your beady eyes some,
innocent shines.
Innocence Maybe?
Am I right?
love is still.

God Bless You.
Bless the king kind.
Will you?

Standing for approbation
Like a speck of dirt on your palm.
Vindicate.
Will you?

3 comments:

  1. Back to Blogging after a big break

    Hope yours is always fabulous and fantastic

    Regds
    vijay

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    http://vinothcraig.blogspot.com

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  2. Just waiting for the hurt to end some day....some time...in some way...especially when the reasons are familiar and known...

    probably impossible....but hoping against hope.

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  3. @Maverick

    Sometimes the mind gives up on the body.Certain companionship in the waking like the crack of dawn enlightens existence! That is will that encourages to hope and keep going!

    Thanks...and until next time, let us keep the hope alive :)

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