«Can I talk to you, lady,
Can I call you my girl?»
She was pure and maiden:
«Try to give it a go!»
«Can I try to be near,
Can I try to be close?»
She was perfectly clear:
«You don’t need any cause!»
«Can I try to assist you,
Can I be of a use?»
She was soft and submissive:
«You don’t need an excuse!»
«Can I call you my pussy,
Can I call you my cat?»
She was sweet and conducive:
«You most certainly can!»
«Can I come a step forward,
Can I give you a kiss?»
She was pretty straightforward:
«You can do as you please!»
All those positive answers
She would give it would seem.
I was flawless and handsome…
It was only a dream.

She wants to be a secret agent,
She has to turn another page and
She’s always smart and cool.
She wants to climb the social ladder,
She is a person, not a number
And certainly no fool.
Her attitude defies the system,
Her weaknesses are non-existent.
She has a clear plan.
Has time for fun, though schedule’s busy,
Can play it rough and take easy.
She’ll do the best she can.
There is no stroke she can’t endure
She is so strong, she is mature,
Emotionally wise.
For what she does she has no rival,
Against all odds she will survive and
She surely will rise.

Nothing is clear,
Target’s not near.
Pivot and veer,
Don’t be afraid.
Nothing is certain,
Covered by curtain,
Smeared and dirty,
Hazy a tread.
Stigma or fame,
Known is the game,
Change is its name,
Try to adjust.
Take it or leave it,
Veer and pivot.
Though is so vivid,
Life is not just.
Clever decision
Changing the vision,
Adds more precision,
Waters are stirred.
So goes the story,
Not to be sorry,
Trumpets of glory
Yet to be heard.

Human life for sure is
Wonderful a journey.
Needs a body to exist
Vertebrate and joints.
Though will hardly life exceed
Range of double digits.
Are the latter lithe indeed,
Is the former rigid.
Never would appreciate,
All the effort’s gone.
Love averse, but towards hate
Very much are prone.
Moving swiftly, switching lanes,
While the offer lasts.
Always veer like a vane,
Catching every blast.
Their principles in life
Never really same.
Given chance will thrust a knife,
Be it cash or fame.
Human life for sure is
Wonderful a journey.
Needs a body to exist
Vertebrate and joints.

Downsize your downsides
To increase potential.
Don’t forget the exercise,
Physical and mental.
No respect in retrospect,
All are due and proper.
Have to know what to expect,
What you have to offer.
Circumscribe your certain vibe,
Circumcise your heart.
Have to stand for what you strive
For, have to work so hard.
If reward is really worth?
What’s the cost of entry?
Try to keep your given word,
There is no exemption.
Downsize your downsides…
Oh, just forgot to mention:
Don’t you let those minor lies
Ruin your credentials.

No single day of his was same
I know he wouldn’t risk it.
He spends his nights in window bays
Around San Francisco.
A foot and inch to rest his head.
For feet just seven inches.
His life has taken twist and bend,
Which would a lot leave speechless.
Sometimes he gets some chance to sleep,
But often robbed and bitten.
The window bays are never deep
Enough to keep the heat in.
It has to be an early start,
Before the shop would open.
A run to gentleman’s at Bart
To fill his flask with water.
All day along in search of food,
Short rest beneath an oak tree.
And nothing could affect his mood,
A maverick from Berkeley.