Dejected, Deserted, Disheartened,
She left me,

Darned, Damned, Dumped,
I am being,

Distressed, Discouraged, Downhearted,
I feel,

Dissected, Dispirited, Defeated,
My heart is,

Droopy, Dreary, Dull,
Spirits are,

Deficient, Defective, Depleted,
Faculties tend to be,

Doubts, Debates, Disputes,
Arise inside me,

Dark, Desolate, Dingy,
Surroundings seem,

Dusty, Dismal, Doomed,
Future looks,

Dirgeful, Doleful, Drugged,
I appear,

Dodgy, Despair, Dolorous,
I am to world now,

Doofus, Dimwit, Dumbo,
They will judge me,

Darling, Delight, Dear,
Has become past,

Dapper, Dashing, Debonair,
I used to be…

Every word of my poem is like shaves of wood scraped from heart,
Every emotion infused therein is like drop of blood squeezed from arteries,
So read when I write for you,

Your idea revolves inside brain like wind in cyclone,
Your image is fixed eternally like pupil in eyes,
That’s how I think of you,

You are always beside me like invisible MacDonald’s mascot,
Your voice keep reverberating so I plug ears without music,
Therefore I never left alone,

Every gush of winds is like your scarf sliding over,
Every push back is like you are pulling and holding,
Every itch feels like a peck of kiss,
Every day appears a dream and
Every night a reality.

A Doll, with red cheeks,
Blonde hair that tweaks,
Colourful frocks she wear,
With sparkles every where,

Innocence which catches hold,
Smile that cannot be sold,
But eyes are more than it seem,
Iris have something else to gleam,

Her corrupt designs never got grounded,
Causing many groups disbanded,
Nobody bother about it,
So they fall under her armpit,

A boy gets in fallout,
He is saved by a scout,
But there are many fool,
So she continues to rule..!!

Here comes cherished Sunday,
Whole weak i planned to lay,
Though sleeping till forenoon,
But no plan to leave bed any soon.

From window comes the sunlight,
Turning my black heart to white,
Prodding not to waste my stay,
Surprisingly life options began to weigh.

As far as I could see,
I found a green tree,
Watching the birds who are free,
Wondered could I also be ?

With the thoughts came night,
But i couldn't set anything right,
From the window I gazed moon,
Realised i am lazy to change life's tune.

It was my first day,
Feeling happy and gay,

I entered the class,
Eyes rolling behind my glass,

That face got me stuck,
Like a batsman out on duck,

She is the who comes in dream,
Same as an artist's theme,

Beauty very still,
A touch will surely drill,

Though her face was dumb,
It made me numb,

She became the reason for regularity,
Driving me to insanity,

For masses she was just another girl,
But I knew this was my angel,

Friends suggested to propose,
But I relentlessly opposed,

In the mean time,
I found another dime,

Got stuck again,
Out on duck once again,

And heart moved on !
Turning off and on !!

She is like water,
Breaking the ground,
Taking its own course,
Blessing when its calm,
Fierce when needed,

She is like fire,
Illuminating environment,
Giving warmth of emotions,
Energising the system,
Burn away when messed,

She is like air,
Spreading the fragrance,
Soothing tensed minds,
Blowing away the chaff,
Ripping up what comes in way,

That girl is bouquet of virtues.