My One Mistake

I could feel her gaze upon me,
Even when I was alone,
I could sense her try to taunt me,
On the metro and at home

At first I tried to brush if off
And blame it on the nerves,
But our pasts chase all of us,
Till we get what we deserve

I tried to say “I’m sorry!
“I didn’t MEAN to pull the trigger!
“Babe, it was an accident!”
But the truth she seemed to figure

She shadowed me obsessively,
She knew my every move,
She persevered for many a week,
Her point she had to prove

I soon grew wild and frantic,
I pitied my sorry plight,
Any security I once had,
Packed off, took hasty flight

When I would feel her looking,
I’d spin around, heart ablaze,
But every time I’d miss her,
She’d escape without a trace

As I later learned, that wasn’t true,
She was always there, my love,
Instead of peering to my sides,
I should have looked above…


I Hope You Know… [To Dad On His Birthday]

I hope you know you’re amazing
As a father and a friend
With your great advice and insight
That you generously lend

I hope you know I admire you
And everything you’ve done
Your brain, your work, your talent…
They’re all horribly unsung

I hope you know I’m grateful
For all you’ve given me
From my education, to my beloved books
To my abundant liberty

I hope you know how proud I am
To call you my father
If a perfect Dad is what you seek
You needn’t look farther

The Wheels On The Bike…

“Faster! Faster!” Chad wants to scream out,
As himself and the bike tear down a slope,
Houses and pavements pass by in a blur,
This was going better than he’d hoped!

The cycle was gifted a month ago,
To his sister, Lil, from his Mum and Dad,
Lil had guarded it faithfully ever since,
“No, you can’t ride it, Chad!”

But this eve, Lil hopped to her pal’s,
For a princess-themed birthday bash,
Giving Chad all the time he needed,
To make that long-awaited, cyclic dash!

It was the first time in weeks,
That he’d left his headphones, Beats,
By itself in his home,
It was his most prized thing
His only bling,
Without them, he’d feel so alone…

But now he sailed on the nearly-empty streets,
With a song on his lips and in his heart,
And only just in time did her notice Lil,
In the middle of the road, giving him a start

“It isn’t what it looks like,” he hastily exclaimed,
As he slowed Lil’s bike with a screech,
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Lil reassured,
And spun around to reveal his Beats

Under her feet.

Not-So-White Christmas

The Sun’s rays pierce through the clouds,

Making pools of vibrant ochre,

It’s mid-November but as sunny as July,

Suffice to say, the weather’s a shocker!

It’s almost Christmas, the festive season’s begun,

Everyone’s decking their halls with holly,

But instead of torrents of snow and frost and hail,

We have showers of sunlight, “so jolly”!

Students trudge home in the blazing heat,

Lugging their backpacks with a curse on their lips,

Wishing for Novembers like the before,

Full of snowmen and hot cocoa and christmas farm trips!

ALAS! Global warming has taken its toll,

Having four cars isn’t as “swag” as you think,

For instead of snowflakes like in the years passed,

We’ll have ruthless rays ’til we’re positively pink!

A very “merry” Christmas, indeed!


Too Good To Be True…

“And you ALSO win this 4-acre house!!”
The game show host cries out,
My fingers tighten around my knees,
“Bring it!!” I confidently shout!

3 grueling hours of gaming later,
I victoriously emerge,
“That huge manor is all mine!!” I recall,
With a sudden, ecstatic surge.

“Welcome to your new home!!”
The game show host [or GSH says],
“We at GamingNerds hope you love it,
And spend your time her in happiness!!”

I survey the place, my new home sweet home,
The fountains and the chandeliers,
Not to mention the indoor swimming pool,
That left me swimming in happy tears!!

“There’s just one tiny thing,”
The GSH adds, as an afterthought, or a whim,
“You can’t EVER leave, you’re my property now…”
And the majestic front doors slams behind him…

The Seaside

Rippling, frothing, foaming, crashing,

Breaking on the golden shore,

Their stunning corals, buttery sands,

Settled on the ocean floor

Violet jellyfish, electric eels,

Haunt the not-so-murky waters,

Dads and Moms and sons splash about,

Not to mention the nimble daughters,

The rays of the sun skim the aqua surface,

Exposing the rich sea life,

And the glimmering, silvery seashells,

Which, on the beach, are rife