The tale of an untold love

Tender was her mind, like the petal of a rose,
and many went blind, seeing her innocent pose,
she was hard to find, and more to get close.

He was like the sun, going round all the time,
his words bloomed in fun, and sometimes they did rhyme,
fans he had a ton, and it was none his crime.

A day bright and hot, they both met in a shade,
she later loved the spot, and their distance did fade,
they fought and loved and fought, till the moon strayed.

They went up a hill, and they ran it down,
they never stayed still, in love did they drown,
thy egos did they kill, and soon lost their frown.

They were on the ground, they flied too in the sky,
they went in merry round, they sang in joys of high,
her prince was he crowned, the princess smiled in shy.

She was drenched in love, and blushed in his thoughts,
she flied like a dove, high and high in knots,
know not in fury how, the story witnessed dots.

Soon there came the end, and the poems went in vain,
another became his friend, giving her the pain,
she was not to fend, but her thoughts now had a stain.

Little poems

It's a dark night and the life is slow, there is no light but firefly's glow.
The breeze to east is set to blow, the booze from feast has taken flow.
The dawn has come for me and you, let the snow melt down and drop as dew.
The cocoa beans now dance in brew, let the sun bloom smiles a few.

Poem O poem, O my dear little poem,
you were born, you were torn, all the time you were forlorn.
Am poet your poet, the one sinful poet,
I bore you, I tore you, for I could not adore you.

The SIRI song (when my phone sings)

You throw me on your cushioned bed, you stuff me like I am milky bread.

You hold me till your hands are red, you care me till all texts are read.
I see you smile with a grin too wide, I drench in tear by your dimple side.
I feel your care in your pocket slide, I feel it more in your bumpy ride.

I wake you up when you feel lazy, I let you know when the sky goes hazy.
I sing for you when you go crazy, I clear your mind when thoughts go mazy.
You need me more than a daily meal, your life is a cart and I am it's wheel.
You feel tensed when I do squeal, you talk to me as if I do feel.

You stare at me many times in a day, much less at her if you count and say.
She is jealous of me and wants to slay, but she does know I am not to play.
I love it now in the boring classroom, when you hide me down in a blackish gloom.
I do blush when your eyes do zoom, glaring at me as if  you are a groom.

You click my keys at speeds unmatched, you see my glass is smooth unscratched.
you hold me tight like eggs unhatched, you let me dream that I am latched.
I don't mind if you break me with a stone, all I care is you don't hurt your bone,
I do know that I am your own, I will never let you be alone.

The Jealous rose

Midst the dark dull scary night, i bloom to appear at sunrise,
So as to fall in his sight, and get the beauty's price.
I don't know where from, from which earthly or divine,
Does this angel come, to snatch him who was mine?

My petals are wide symmetric, my color dazzles like blood,
Yet i am now skeptic, as her cheeks flush red.
I dance to the slightest breeze, my looks are more fragile,
Yet at her he does freeze, and fall for her smile.

I was soon in a deep sleep, tired of showing i was awesome,
And then in voice deep, of her praise did he hum.
She is a rose to stare at; she is a rose to sense,
Yet she is better than that, she has no thorn of offense.

Yes i now understand, i hurt those who pluck me,
I soak in blood their hand, so cruel am meant to be.
He comes to pluck me now; i need to show her his love,
I know not he does it how; all i witness is an unsung vow.