Monday, January 19, 2015

Literature: Poetry- Why Mars never meets Venus

Sudden inspirations and urges to write strikes ever so often. The perils of womanhood and our interactions with the other sex.

One comment- that was all it took
For her, sensitive to a fault
The overwhelming emotions spill
Tainting the perfect picture
Painted by the memories of her head.

Dark clouds spread across the skies
Dark thoughts spread like cancer
The thunder sound looms from afar
The mood changes like the weather
In a once a month 'ffair.

Ever clueless, ever tactless
The maiden’s heart is never won
Try as he may, try as he might
He incurs her wrath
As like always.