To People with Haemoglobin

My mind blows seeing
Just how lucky you are
With normal blood red blood
Filling them vampire’s jam jar
A great favor to them you do
They seem to like this delicacy too
Smart types know it’s rich in proteins
When accompanied with plenty of beans
To make the meal even more healthy
Why not add caviar if you’re wealthy
The not-well-off I’m afraid
Wait for the next time they get paid

But what them vamps just hate
Is what they call a huge mistake
For I have not tasty
Nourishing and filling
Satisfying and scrumptious
Haemoglobin
Alas, when I was born they say
It was on a hot sunny day in May
There was no water; they needed a liquid
Why not use ink? For a pound a quid
And here I am with the stuff in my veins
Quite a shocking hue of blue I maintain
Though it sometimes turns green,
Crimson and blue-black
O! How I wish for that haemoglobin I lack

 

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It’s About A Boy

His is the smile I get framed with,
He is that drop-dead hero I hymned my Valentine’s with.
His is the heart which breathed that I’m his second self- I’ve met his self, no one else.
He has had the custody to babysit me- whether I am fit with anybody else.
With made-up stories, we have had short-long drives,
I have painted the town red- on all his happy days!

Let’s take a trip down the memory lane.
Do you think back on my bad times? The days when he would hold my hand and get me to nap halfway in the lecture?
He knew I was wasted, I would hold his little finger and he would walk me through funny textures.

I can break the news to him; yes, I can sketch what’s in his imagination with one eye at him,
I can be his God fairy, and do odds possible to get him smile; it looks good on him.

It’s about the boy I love so so much!
He cares for it much, but the destiny doesn’t care enough.
Who am I? A lost and gone friend and how,
I should take your leave; here comes a shade of less ill friends uniting now.
How did we come into being?
A circle and we shared his vibe;
How are we winding-up?
He has met my name, I sense his pain,
And it’s the very same circle, but,
My vibe is lost, his is missed,
We don’t care enough.

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Color Red

It was raining very fiercely. They both were sitting near the window, enjoying the weather.

They both kissed each other and enjoyed the weather. Everything was perfect.

After all, the sky was painted red by nature. The couple watched the rain in the room lighted red.

Red was the main color of that day.

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