Ajita

Poetry
Just Blame It On Another
Grief
Thank You!

Poetry

I could paint.
I could steal the colors of the rainbow;
Red, yellow, green and indigo;
And onto the canvas, splash my soul.
But after seasons come and go,
My art would surely lose its show.

I could act.
I could display my thoughts on the stage;
Laughter, joy, sorrow or rage;
Sundry emotions to be envisaged;
But, it's only as long as I'm onstage,
That the audience will be engaged.

So, I chose to write - poetry or otherwise.
'Cuz every word that I pen;
About things within my ken;
Or for which I have a yen;
Appreciated, as and when,
Will live in hearts till the end.

Just Blame It On Another

Everyday toward school I turned;
But, I never worked and never learned;
My 'midnight oil' never burned;
When asked why by those concerned
I just blame it on my teacher.

Regularly I'd promised to write,
Whether the days were dull or bright;
I haven't - by a long sight;
But, as I don't wish to be contrite
I just blame it on the mailman.

We'd decided to meet at eight;
Overslept and I'm gonna be late,
Even if I assume the hastiest gait;
You must be enraged I made you wait
So, I blame the transportation.

There is nothing wrong with me,
I'm as good as anyone can be;
But, to avoid a chide long 'n' lengthy,
I might fib to a tolerable degree
and just blame it on another.
If this poem hasn't come out well;
If you think it hurts the brain cell;
Then, let me tell you 'bout where I dwell
Noise, pollution and a neighbour from hell
I blame it on 'em all!

Grief

I need someone -
To lend me a shoulder to cry
To wipe a tear off my eye
Someone to hold tight and sigh
Someone to help me bid good-bye

I need someone -
Not to preach and teach
Nor to make a speech
But silently understand my grief
And the pain in my heart so deep

When one has been
A part of my lifetime
From bed-time stories and silly rhymes
Through my lows and at my prime
Can the void be filled by time?

I need someone -
Who can share my sorrow
And help all the emotions flow
Pain, regret, & a feeling so hollow
Because a very special person is no more.

Thank You!

I came to a place unknown,
Far away and all alone;

Full of hope and a li'l fear;
Trying not to shed a tear;

You took me under your wing,
Helped me out with everything,

I found solace at your abode -
Whether sad or just plain bored

And at times painfully wry
You offered me a shoulder to cry.

If ever my nerve starts to fall -
I hope you'll be there down the hall

For your support and thoughtfulness,
For helping me in times of distress,

For all the help from the start,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

To be published in the manuscript "Poetry Vibes" by the Circle of Poets. "Our team of editors has particularly appreciated the images and mood evocated throughout." -The Circle of Poets team.

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