Once Upon A Time There Was An American Lady Who Called Me A Shia Thug

piercing the poetry
of my capricious soul
with a slug perhaps
she was uncomfortable
with my Chameleon like
mug..my cosmic rings
my colorful turban my
barefeet on my shoulders
a woven shawl like rug
her clawed nails into the
flesh of my poetry she dug..
an incident in Baghdad had
a demonic effect on her
fastidious demeanor..
an incident that was frivolous
media created humbug
i called her blog goddess
perhaps she did have feelings
of a sympathetic nature for
shutterbugs ..fondly remembered
through this post with love and hugs

sartorially signed by the shia thug..
sweet lady all is fair in love and war
please dont get bugged ..water
flowing freely from a bleeding jug..

Will She Take Me Back ?

love means searching for happiness like a needle in a
haystack

i lost my way no chance that she will take me back

a shia thug bleeding forehead a hard nut to crack

The Shia Thug v/s The Shia Pandit

Man made woman he rested.

But when God made American Woman neither God nor Man has rested.

for the American loves to hate whom she loves more a thought undetested , swimming the shark infested waers of life untested.

The American woman calls me a Shia Thug..

The Indian man who hates me falling in love with a Blog Goddess calls me Shia Pandit, therby saffronising the soul of my pictorial poetry..

Being married does not mean you cannot fall in Love..falling out of love is the beginning of the family lawyer, the divorce the alimony ...Some marriages take place in Heaven some were nuptialised in Hell...

Falling in love not getting married saves you from divorce..live in is the best way of living out.

I am married , I am always in love , as a poet you need to be in love hate does not beget Poems... only more Hate.

I think the only was to save Humanity , is to give a seconds thought to Polyandry..let the wife pay the role of Man...

I will leave this with a blank... I dont intend to fill .