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Give Up, Girls!

I said to him, When I see you
I begin to drool
With passion he responded
Shut up, You fool!

I said, To be in your arms
is my heartiest wish
He looked me in the eye deeply,
and said, Rubbish!

Then I tried a different line of approach, a trap
Spoke of souls and mates and he said, What crap!
I fussed and I fumed trying to draw his attention
but still on his radar not even a blip, no mention!

What was a woman to do!
So I gave up and let it be.
The very next day he called and said,
Babe, let's have coffee!

© Smita Rajan 25th Feb 2006
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Punch-uation
On this fine and lovely morning
the view outside was pure elation
for, dripping down the treetops
I saw a rain of exclamation

Something shone in people's eyes
with a blink they sent me sparks
When I investigated those looks,
they turned out to be question marks

A little further down the road
"not another traffic jam, oh ma!"
Stuck between my brake and clutch
winking at me was a shiny comma

Free from the jam I zipped ahead
to not rush would've been a catastrophe
for, we the employees belong to the office
If you see it my way, we're like the apostrophe

Later in the day I met one more look
something that stopped my skip and hop
Standing there with glaring eyes was boss
armed with a threatening full stop!

© Smita Rajan March 10 2006
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(One more on Punctuation)

Love in the times of S&C

My darling, I've been like a precis
Won't you elaborate me?
Oh, please track all my changes,
Come, punctuate me!

I am tired of the question marks
Please exclamate me!
Let's ride the ellipsis together,
Come, punctuate me!

I have opened the quotation marks
Unquote me, scintillate me!
Connect my phrase to your sentence,
Come, punctuate me!

Let's arrive at the conclusion together
Critique me, rate me!
Let's be synonyms to each other,
Come, punctuate me!
(c) Smita Rajan 26/9/06
Note: S&C stands for Shakespeare & Company Network of Writers on Ryze, of which I am a member. http://SandC-network.ryze.com/

Pinging Your Soul
Early morning, awake, but not yet
just before I let the routine roll
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

A two-minute break from work
Coffee, fresh air, a quick stroll
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Birds delight, twitter and strut
the sun dips in the ocean bowl
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Morning, noon and evening go by
In your arms at night, I feel whole
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Tuned to your waves totally, I am
when they come I lose control
they take away so much from my heart
only to give back double to my soul.

With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.
© Smita Rajan 16/01/06