Poetry

#MsPagal VII – #UnidentifiableThing

Hie Ms Pagal !!!
Here’s Mr. Pagal,
With another badal
To shower poetic rain
In your buddhu-sa-brain

You know what,
Thou attitude towards situations,
Thy sound of ‘thee’ laughther,
Is indeed ..
Sweeter that the sweetest honey
Is ineed ..
Merrier that the merriest christmas

You know what,
I admire that unidentifiable thing,
Awesome is it, those unidentifiable things.
And guess what … I’ll always have something ..
To write about this Pagal 😀

— endy-end-cutie —

© jovial’Pane

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Poetry, Uncategorized

#MsPagal VI – #CurlyLavasa

The silence of rumbling water,
The silence of those fragrance curls.

Those steepy ups,
And, those slopey downs.
Just like those curly vibes
And, those vivid eyes.

He climbs up, and he steps down,
Just like those roaming vibes,
He wonders by the Riverside,
As he sits lonely downside,
Phewww..
Watching the rain, flow…upside.

Sitting beside the flowing lake,
He thinks of you,
And he won’t tell u … How much …
He knows what’d be at stake,
And yet he only hears,
The rumbling of this lake.

He cares for nature,
And he admires the rain.
He prays to those mountains,
As he sits beside the lake.
Alas! …
He cares for you.
But he won’t show u … How much …

Coz the tide which u ride,
Is sure one of its kind.
The dive which you drive,
Only somewhere meets his bike,
Somewhere and not everywhere,
But assured he is,
That it’s not nowhere,
But assured he is,
Things change just as time…

Whats this ordeal?
His only ask is feel.
Whats the deal?
He’d rather be a seal!

Happy does he feel,
Writing this silly piece.
Happy does he feel,
Mentioning you in this deal.

Satisfactorily happy he feels
Foe his this journey …
To this beautiful Lavasa City.
But not as much as you are,
As he writes for you,
But wonders why he does not tell youu…

Ciao, to this lakey city,
Ciao, to this curly cuite.
Enroute he departs,
For a voyage to the backyard,
Enroute he departs,
In s-earch of that heart ☺️

© jovial’Pane

Poetry, Uncategorized

#MsPagal-V #My-Perse-Say

Dear Ms. Pagal Mental Cutie Pie,
I want to tell you something,
And will not tell you lie.

Whensoever I try saying this,
I become red from inside,
My heartbeats scale up infinitely high.
I become numb,
I feel loved,
All I’m trying to do is make a little move 🙂

There are many “don’t knows”
There are many “shall I do this or not”
If there’s no such thing,
In your fire of wings
Please spare me…
And ignore this talk.

Please don’t get me wrong,
Please don’t judge me bad.
All I sayz is…
For you…
I felt something.

I thinking’ly wonder…
What it might be,
A lighting thunder,
Or
A blossoming rainbow,
And I force not you,
The answers to this wonders.

© jovial’Pane

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

#Self-Image#Obsessed-Is-She

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