I have a stalker, He follows me wherever I go, And stares at me whenever I am happy and low. He keeps a check on what I eat, Is it eyeballs or hippos' teeth. He is downright possessive, Me being with others makes him aggressive. He likes the stench of my dresses, With my friends, he always messes. I can't  tell the cops 'bout him, For he hasn't harmed me still, And I am sure he never will, Because he is my lovely dog, Bill. Note: This poem is dedicated to my annoying dachshund, Henry.

                    My eyes started to rain, Cause they could no longer bear the pain. I am tired of my life, I want to kill myself with a knife, Or hang myself with a rope, Cause I am left with no hope. I bless my children and kiss my wife, Cause this is the last day of my life. I told my family goodbye, Weeping on the floor I lie. I took out the poison , And visioned my death, And slowly took my last breath. But  then I heard a knock on my door, "Dad, come and play with us!" My kids roar. My life still has so much more, Their sweet voices touch my heart to the core.  Although my life has been  unfair, But if I quit, they will cry in despair, Pain and problems are a part of life, Just like my children and my lovely wife. In my sombre life , I saw a ray of light, Which gave me the strength to continue the fight, In the fight I may never win, But I will never commit that deadly s...

                     WOMAN IN LOVE It all started big, But ended up small, With tears and sorrows, And crying over it all. The thing she thought was love, Was actually lust, And that left her shattered, That broke her trust. He still loves his ex, Which make her feelings hurt, His filthy mind is filled with lust and dirt. But the she tried to move on , And not cry for someone, Who is gone. There is always someone better waiting for you, Who will treat you like a queen, And will do everything for you. He'll come with a ring, To make you his lady, And then you will live a happy life, With your lovely baby.

                          MOTHER I am endowed to have a mother, Whose heart is moulded of pure gold, I look at the shooting star, And wish that she never grows old, She owns an exquisite place in my heart, Which can never be sold, I still cherish the bedtime stories, That years ago she told, I pine for her comfort in arms, Whenever I am blue with cold, Whenever I stumbled, I had her hand to hold, Till I reached the threshold, O lord, I will never want to lose a mother like her, Whose heart is moulded of pure gold.