Tuesday, February 13, 2007

To my valentine( whoever you are)

They say It cant judge
that It is blind.
So if you get knocked down,
you really shouldnt mind.

They say It fulfills you
It makes you complete.
But I already have a head
two arms and two feet.

Without the drugs,
they say It gives a high.
But what is the use
so soon, it passes by.

They say It has the power
It changes a man.
to say for better or worse,
that, no one can.

They say It is a garden,
like flowers, you should tend.
I think i am nauseous
this poem, i should end.

3 comments:

rama srinivasan said...

how dare u use my label: general blah? i am going to sue u for this!

To St Valentine (wherever you are):
If you were here today,
I wonder what you will say.
They are using you as an excuse to be silly,
as if they weren't already.
The others are after their life,
hoping to create some strife.
The chased have roses,
and the chaser poses,
He is photographed
as your mock funeral is led.
If today you could breathe,
what will you chose: love or hate?

Minerva said...

To both of you (there you are!)

Why do you hate love
When it is as pure as a dove,
Though it may be a bit overrated
Does it deserve to be berated?

Love inspires poetry
Albeit a bit purgatory,
Love gives you hope to live
Even if in a world of make believe!

Love love or hate it
It always works as a gambit,
Love sells and makes money
When the Val's buy gifts for their honey!

Love makes you pine,
err..I'll get back to my wine.

Eye of Tiger said...

rama general blah is not copyrighted.. i just felt it aptly described what i wrote...

and for both of u,

i dont care where St valentine is,
he may smile, he may hiss
i dont care what he'll choose
his funeral, not he, today has use
dove like pure love, i dont hate
for me, no one has opened that gate
poetry though it may inspire
in cold, might light a fire
dont call me a sour grape
if heart on sleeve, i dont drape
i like the world of make believe,
without love, that life i feel
i like flowers, i like gifts
but i dont need them as i drift
maybe someday blogger is right,
(stop laughter with all the might)
love will make me pine,
hey blogger, get me some wine.