In the 'Journal' of my heart,
I have written an 'Entry'
'Debiting' your love and 'Crediting' my affection.
Darling, you write the 'Narration'
Your first love I have already 'Posted'
in the 'Ledger Folio'.
As our relation is based on
'Double Entry System'
And as our love is 'Real' and 'Tangible'
You 'Debit' what comes in
I 'Credit' what goes out.
Your beauty is the 'Capital' of our business,
My eyes are 'Stock-in-trade'
Let us enter into a 'Transaction'
You secretly give me 'Trade Discount'
I will openly give you 'Cash Discount'
And thus my partner,
Our 'Trading and Profit & Loss Account'
Will show 'Super Profits'.
On the 'Cheque' of your cheeks
I have enclosed all my 'Wealth';
Get them 'Encashed' with my 'Bankers'
Anytime you desire to do so,
The little counter of my heart
Will remain open for you,
Even during non-banking hours.
Darling, you just have a 'Contra-entry'
As you are on my 'Debit' side and
'Credit' side both at the same time.
And so my heart let us 'Rectify'
All our errors, and total the 'Trial Balance'
of our affairs arithmetically,
Without maintaining any 'Suspense Account'.
In the 'Balance Sheet' of our life,
My children will be 'Assets' and
If they are girls we will call them 'Sundry Creditors'.
But if they are a boy and a girl,
our 'Balance Sheet' will be adjusted
Automatically and
The 'Accounts' will show a true and
Fair view of lovely 'Business'.
Conducted during the life ending and
Finally the 'Auditors'
Will clarify it.

When you were just a lad of twenty,
Wet behind the ears,
You bet me that you wouldn't marry
At least a full ten years.
Well, that was but eight years ago,
And here you are today:
The partner of a lovely bride,
A groom in full array!

A thousand dollars is my prize
Now you've been proven wrong.
The moral is: it's never wise
To think you are too strong

To be touched by the beauty of
An unrestrained affection.
You lost your bet, but won your love:
Now here's to your selection!

The girls meet once a month
(Shall we call their meetings "monthlies"?)
To discuss guys and udder things.
Why girls only?
Because guys get too hard
To deal with
When girls are around.

Tonight's topic is Poe-etry.
(Don't get too scared!)
A raven lunar tic
(Let's call him the Louse of Brush Her)
Has gotten, like most guys, into my hair.
So I brush him off onto Anabel's knee.

To be Poe-etic, one should be a ghoul rather than a guy,
And have monthly meat things
For ghouls only.
So let the Poe-etry be gin!

Monday ko ..... Dosti
Tuesday ko ..... Pyaar
Wednesday ko ..... Shadi
Thursday ko ..... Ghumana
Friday ko ..... Jagda
Saturday ko..... Talak
Sunday ko ..... Rest
Monday ko ..... Next

Time and Again
TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,
and the little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others
end: time and again we go out two together,
under the old trees, lie down again and again
between the flowers, face to face with the sky.

I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy,
And remember it fondly.

Wedding Poems