My Utopian Belle..........

Jus' one glimpse to kindle the flame,
Bet everyone here feels the same,
As we all so covertly express ourselves,
She sways and swirls with profound glee,
And we in our visions change into elves,
Bet u can't find people to disagree.........

She's so sweet and sober, unlike the winds of October,
I want to be with her, but my vision seems to blur,
Thinking of the skies above, she's like a white dove,
I'm perched atop an ant-hill, with miles above to fulfill...........

Jus' one glimpse to kindle the flame,
Bet everyone here feels the same,
That delicate hand held by another swain,
An avalanche of reactions, I try to entertain,
Rage, fury and hatred and deeper emotions,
Forceful as the cruelest and deepest oceans..........

She's so sweet and sober, unlike the winds of October,
I want to be with her, but my vision seems to blur,
Thinking of the skies above, she's like a white dove,
I'm perched atop an ant-hill, with miles above to fulfill...........

A boy's dream............

Peeping thro' the nearby parapet,
Looking at the neighbour's daughter,
Who's in all bliss and laughter,
And his imagination begins to fret!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........

Sitting on the couch in solitude,
Thinking of the hiked up skirt,
Drenched with sweat is his shirt,
In all this make-believe altitude!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........

Dreaming about everything in peace,
The upholstery of the room comes in mind,
Wanting to be there from the rind,
He passes out with real ease!

This is all about the fire and ice,
In the young lil' boy's eyes,
Teeming with life and blood,
As it very definitely should,
He wants to, but he can't scream,
This is every lil' boy's dream.........