Some like it hot
Some ones like it hot
Give it a try, give it a shot
New experiences on your lips
Give it a bite to make new trips.
Give it a chance, it’s just a test,
Life never worth without a new taste
Life without spice is a rainbow without colours
It can burn a little to discover new flavours.
Hot shots can sting you like a bee
Taste, try and die, that’s how it could be
But more sad it is not to do a try
Taste of life is not flat and dry.
Every day as its chillies and tabasco
With curry and pepper be sure to go
In every countries of your mindset
Get it spicy from sunrise to sunset.
Some ones like it hot and spicy
Because life is not white and icy
Let’s burn it up in our soul and your body
Day after day cook your Biryani Hyderabady.
en la puerta del patio
junto a las matas de mamá
en las noches
de luna llena y
en las noches
obscuras y frías
sentado en el piso
mis pensamientos parecen
recuerdo el pasado y
maldigo el futuro
que incierto es fulminante
junto al banquillo de papá
toco mi alma
palpo mi corazón
busco entre mí
busco algún recuerdo tuyo
algún recuerdo nuestro
te espero cada noche
mientras la luna
doliente y testigo de mis sueños
cuando te recuerdo
es que realmente
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A FEW DROPLETS FOREVER EVER
I was sitting alone,
At the doorstep,
Of our study room.
Mood was off,lingering something;
Of the past.
Cold wind touched my toes.
Droplets hitting on the roof.
Thinking how to get rid of my mood.
Few moments later,
She came to me.
Took water in her hands,
Splashed!on my face.
I remained the same.
She repeated again.
This time I splashed back on.
Smiled and threw again.
We continued to play.
Actually I forgot my mood.
A few droplets of rain changed it,
She did that.
I was happy and forgot everything,
For the moment then.
We didn't stop playing.
Oh! She slipped and fell down.
I lift her up.
She smiled and went away.
That moment my heart beat fastest ever.
I didn't know why.
Later I discovered;
It was a thing called 'love' i felt.
So I am in love.
But i never thought;
Love was so easy to fell.
From that night onwards,
I can't her look her eye to eye.
In her world I am different person.
And a different relation.
Before or after she made it,
I know nil.
So I think,I should keep it off.
Because if I say it to her;
I might be wrong.
Moreover,one of my friends;
Is in relation with her.
I didn't want to create the chaos.
Cuando las estrellas vengan con la Luna
– corriendo – para verte dormir,
allí estaré yo,
buscando una improbable oportunidad
de cruzarme en alguno de tus sueños,
para así recordarte
– y ojalá tu puedas recordarme-.
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The other circle of life
tie this dry grass round your finger
and fasten it with a knot from your teeth
you’ll remember the taste from the wildfire haze
Difficile d’avoir foi en l’humanité
Quand on n’en montre que son atrocité
Y a que le sang le fric et le cul qu’on droit de cité
Plutôt que de refaire le monde on devrait le réinventer.
Mais à quoi bon jouer les démiurges
Dans ce monde où tout crève où tout urge
L’actualité n’est qu’une vaste purge
Où les hémorragies renaissent chaque fois qu’on s’insurge.
Indignez vous r-indignez vous qu’ils disaient
Mais c’est difficile de jouer aux échecs lorsqu’on est un pion parmi sept milliards d’autres
Difficile de changer les règles dans un monde où les jeux sont faits (et où rien ne va plus ça va de soi)
Difficile aussi de trouver le bonheur
Lorsque chaque écran est teinté par la terreur
On ne peut échapper à ce bourdonnement des douleurs
Mais on peut déjà commencer par cesser d’avoir peur.
What You Feel Like When You Hear a Car Alarm Going Off in the Morning
I woke up listening to the routine
smelled khaki and adequacy in the stumblings
what’s the most pleasant number you can think of
who do you want to beat at their own game
what is the fuel that makes you move
and if you move do you pay attention
to all the words you sing
or do you simply go with the song, because you know
it’s moderately paced and clearly a classic?
I want to go to sleep but I’m so damn tired.
I started backwards. Walking backwards. The opposite way in a one way. It looks like I’m facing forward, as I slow the herd. They rush pass me.
Smells Like Fish
Being naive allows you to think
people won’t understand what you say
when there is nothing to comprehend
accept your fate is flawed
and then let go as magic pours from your every action and thought.
If you have the courage
aim to make
you will be rewarded with
I’m obnoxiously happy
laying on the palisade
glinting and smirking at the passers by
I let go of every desire I’ve ever felt
a pile of gold grows below.
Music Stations Always Play the Same Songs
Mages, monks and particularly important people
seem to think wisdom is found in mundane things
like watching the wind move through a flower or
in between the mumbling words of a baby
I’m not going to tell you where it actually comes from.
The Hook Brings You Back
Pardon the expression
but when I’m tired my brow
furrows into that shape
I’m not at all concerned about what you are thinking
thanks to my subtle inability to relate
If you have something to say
say it with conviction.
Ode to a white linen shirt
An endless effort
Reduce, consolidate, and simplify
Remove all adornments
Stare into the abyss
and the abyss may irreversibly warp
Antelope is the word that came to mind
Keith was laughing as I was dancing in front of the camera
I was pretending to be having fun
but I was struggling to understand my body
as I have every single living moment since that day ten years ago
that requires further explanation
words strung together built to influence, convince, and explain
rarely do that
for how I feel
and I don’t think I have something special inside
instead I have an antennae that is tuned into an usual frequency
one that I can’t decipher, make sense of, or even communicate properly
when I put all my effort into it’s description.
the point being, when I was dancing there
Keith didn’t know what I was thinking
and neither did I.
corn roasting on Boulevard St. Denis
the way their hands turn in the heat and the less experienced
a man I think is writing in a cafe is really playing the every 5
minute lotto game
the TV is an automatic look at me machine
you have smoke in your hair
you have day on you
you have night and the grass of looking up at the stars
tell me about fires
tell me about escape ladders
tell me in my arms for the warmth
with the window open
on our view
and let me tell you about my day
The Closing of Fannie Mae
I’ve made a few mistakes
one of them was suggesting
that getting high on St. Johns Wart
was going to be a fun time
I remember beating a bongo drum
and expecting it to be great
but hyper aware at how broken and bad
the moment was
sitting outside Caribou Coffee.
When I was 21 I read Lila by Robert M. Pirsig
and learned about peyote
but I’ve always been too scared
to dabble in psychedelics.
The weird I know
is distorting perception
right in the middle of the most normal times
you can possibly imagine
I feel like that is
A Time for Inconvenience
A time for inconvenience.
Can we push the meeting to 9?
Walking the line,
I open the door.
Hey, can I ask a question?
Do you have a minute to spare?
A time for inconvenience.
I have to pee.
I don’t care.
Seriously, I had two Red Bull.
Its cool, I’ll post up here.
Don’t rush on account of me.
A time for inconvenience.
come, you chary whore!
choose and choose and choose
to guzzle our pupils.
saunter our edges
that sever plum privilege
swing the pearls
we wring as we unwrit
shimmy down the drapes
shaped to veil our
wake up, you noble slut!
it’s your eyes that make matters
a rudimentary recollection of the fall of rome
climb these granite
hips and lips and eyes and thighs:
speak! dance for me!
erelong we’ll make envy
of hungry flunkies
and when we do us part
woe will own moments,
but future wits decide what’s past
so stay cool, man.
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