Poetry, Uncategorized

#MsPagal-IV #Naïve-He

This may seem a bit naïve,

But my dear partner,
Here he only says,
He doesn’t know,
Why such he stays.

But my dear partner,
Here he only not count the days,
Everyminute .. Everyday ..

He just prays n prays …
As to why such he behaves.

But my dear partner,
You are special to this poet,
He asks for forgiveness,
You are special to this friend,
He asks for openheartedness 🙂

© jovial’Pane

Poetry, Uncategorized

#MsPagal -III #TheDream

Dear Ms. Pagal,
I saw you in my dreams,
Can we go for ice-cream !!
Dear Ms. Pagal,

Dancing were those grown- curls,
Wavering swiftly and,
Alas ! bringing in me,
Those weridy little goosebumps.

Cuteness was there, in your talks,
I sat there sitting, admiring your curls.

All along the dream,
The curls made me scream,
All along the reality,
Those fragnancing wavy curls ,
Have now stopped telling stories 😦

And then came the moment,
I sat besides your desk,
Rolling up my eyes,
And talking nonsense.

Just to know in time,
When I looked at your side,
Just to know in time,
That you went away,
With the work of tide.

All along the time my friend,
He felt the bottom layers,
Of your newly washed curls.
All along the time my friend,
He thought to share,
And your only care.

Rest was he sad,
Waking up from his bed,
He got the sign of relief,
That courage to share this piece.

Dear Ms Pagal !!
You came in my dreams,
Lets go for Ice Cream,
And make this not just a dream.

© jovial’Pane

Others, Uncategorized


She can cross all limits,
She can hide all stories,
She can ramble you up,
In a never ending mystery,

She can make you suffer
She can make you wonder,
And all you hunger for,
Is a little respect from her,
For what you wondered.

And there your are,
Looking out for her history,
And there your are,
Boeing for her mystery.

Raise those toes. My friend…
Raise those feets, My friend…
She always gonna be the same,
She ain’t gonna open-up …
To this emotional lame.

Walk past this girl my friend,
As she always will be the same.
Walk past this girl my friend,
As she’s just an infutation of shame.

© jovial’Pane



It started somewhere … Somehow …
Let it not end nowhere … Now not …

This thing which dings,
Let’s not show it the ignorance.
This thing which sings,
Let’s not foresee it’s endurance

He knows, there are supernova supervision,
He knows, his sense of humour,
Might not match the one of yours.
But what he knows is this thing,
Which he aspires to be known by you. 

© jovial’Pane