Man of Thirty

Sharp and graciously refined

Walking with steps speedy,

Symbol of elegance well defined

He is a man of thirty.

 

Sporting a bonny coiffeur

And a suit so royally navy,

Shoes shining like silver

He is a man of thirty.

 

Apple of his friends’ eye,

Candy of ladies pretty

Always with spirits high

He is a man of thirty.

 

Echoing a boyish charm

His laugh breaks all monotony

A personality so deeply warm

He is a man of thirty.

 

Carefree yet so matured,

Values and emotions saintly,

Making you feel assured.

He is a man of thirty.

Argument

A series of mindless words

Or a string of illogical logic,

Creating a wrangle so garish,

And a situation so tragic!

 

It’s a nonsensical verbal combat,

Or a mind game, as they say,

Of twisted thoughts and ideas

Leading to a sense of disarray!

 

Opinions shared by one and all

Sweared in the name of democracy,

Creating mayhem – sane and intelligent though!

Dabbling in anger’s purple fancy.

 

Vulgar and convincing,

Tis a confession of highbrow impotence

Leaving nothing but an empty trail

A pitiful sight, a mere pittance.

Passion

Candid moments of love,

Creating waves of passion,

Crashed in the shores of my heart,

Sending ripples of obsession.

 

Feelings of untainted lust,

Like lightning struck deep within,

Stirring my wildest emotions,

Evoking my ravenous longing.

 

Insaned by wild fancies,

I stand before thee, unguarded

Lost in your deep eyes,

My soul to your will subjected.

Hello world!

A few thoughts in my mind,

Candid reflections of my heart,

Opinions I want to make,

I scribble and make a start.