Pessimistic Anti-Valentine

Do not paint my town red
with your red clothes
and your red scarfs
and your red ribbons
and scary red dolls
You are in this world alone
Stop holding hands in public
swinging like the world is yours
And why do you hate flowers so much?
that they have to suffer for your love?
and stop misusing adjectives
and exclaiming at ordinary gifts
and reducing the words love, angel and hero
into ordinary
and don't take your lovey dovey
to social media
That's a lonely people hang out joint
Get a room already.
and don't kiss and tell!

Beauty and Fun of Reading.

The beauty of reading,
it squeezes the universe
reduces it into an atom.
Brings what happens thousands of miles
closer to my peep.
Then I can learn about what happened
before my birth and
the birth of those
who came before me.
Their struggles,their pains
their journey to triumph.

I see the future in my reading.
Know who did what,why,where,when,how.
Of celebrities and their sex lives.
Of fellow artists and their struggle to fame.
Of psychotic psychiatrists.The irony.
Of princesses and prince charms.
of ignored religions
and obsolete cultures
Life under the sky, above and yonder
All condensed into the fit of my palm

Of heroes and villains.
Fantasy, action, fiction.
All folded into a book.
Or a post online.
All brought closer to my reach.
And I enjoy this
lying on the floor
in my little house,
sipping sugarless tea.
Who will say I've never traveled
All over the world and beyond?

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