There is no escape from drunkenness, I know

  There is no escape from drunkenness, I know

7.1    People say, my inebriety is my sobriety

         There is no escape from drunkenness, I know

7.2    Concerns of mutuality call for reciprocity, you see

         Why take for granted one’s openness, I know

7.3     Building relationships takes time, not ending

          Fates change with quirk of suddenness, I know

7.4    Treating alike birth and death, good and bad

          It’s not child-play to achieve evenness, I know

7.5    Developing understanding takes a life time

         With immense care is nurtured oneness, I know

7.6    Mitwa’s thinking is obsolete, there are no takers

         He shouldn’t have talked about humanness, I know

(01-03-2017)      (By Mitwa Vishwa)

I am more aware of myself in state of drunkenness

          6.1   I am more aware of myself in state of drunkenness

        May the world jeer at my condition, and I dance 

6.2  There is no eye, which can look through world's reality

       I realize it's futile to wait for recognition, and I dance

         6.3   World may pull out avenues of expression, I don't care

                 I  never get crippled by this inhibition, and I dance

          6.4   Misery may worsen, by your providing fleeting comfort

                 Overwhelmed am I, by your imposition, and I dance 

          6.5   I got opulence, I got treasures and  I got comforts

                  I chose destitution, of my own volition, and I dance

          6.6   'Mitwa',  I wait for my Mentor, to beacon me

                  I cry, nobody listens to my lamentation, and I dance 

 (01-03-2017)    (By Mitwa Vishwa)

Who knows whence we come n go where, my friend

5.1  Our life and existence is under glare, my friend
       Who knows whence we come n go where, my friend

5.2  Those who have the eye and patience to know
       Nature keeps revealing its truth bare, my friend

5.3  Bewildered am I with life's magnificence 
       This beauty is for anyone to stare, my friend

5.4   My eyes have revealed, what I tried to conceal
        What remains there to declare, my friend

5.5   Let us not blame others, for our misfortunes
        Certainly enemy is within beware, my friend

5.6   My zeal, my fervor, impossible to be suppressed
        Devil has failed, who else can dare, my friend

5.7   'Mitwa' is blessed with undeserved favours
        Otherwise he remains totally unaware, my friend


(By Mitwa Vishwa)

Why this fuss, the commotion, this uproar

4.1 Why this fuss, the commotion, this uproar
       Merely it is, a madman's Extravaganza

4.2  Come evening, and she is right there
       Dressed to kill, in finest of Organza

4.3  Your knocking my door, without even a call
       Never had I expected, such a Bonanza

4.4  Enjoy every couplet, your life is an epic poem
       Live every moment, as if, you write the last Stanza

4.5  Mitwa's follies, never deserved your favours
       It is only you, and your grace, my fair Anza[1]

1 Anza: Beautiful, generous, kind, sweet, caring lady

(By Mitwa Vishwa)

Seen you often, in embrace of my bitter rival

                 

           3.1     Seen you often, in embrace of my bitter rival

                   Tell me, did I ever create any fuss, this way

         

          3.2    Habitually I remain, dejected, down and lonely

                   I never expected your caring buss, this way

          3.3    I am aware, so much of me, you don’t like

                   I am amazed, you can tolerate such a cuss[1], this way

          3.4    Experienced  many therapies, remedies and cures

                   Never knew, your kiss could elate a  wuss[2], this way

          3.5    It seems, remembering you, is my only cure

                   My physician keeps approving my status, this way

          3.6    You didn’t leave me, though we kept fighting

                   At last, I could identify your plus, this way

          3.7    You can come unannounced, whenever you like

                   You will never find ‘Mitwa’ nonplus, this way

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[1] Irritatating person

[2]  weakling

(24-02-2017)   (By Mitwa Vishwa)

I find happiness in my own way

2.1     Not in a crowd, not with beloved, I’m by my own self

          This is how, I find happiness in my own way

2.2     I sing to myself, forgotten songs of the yore

          This is how I combat emptiness, in my own way

2.3     Not for your appreciation, faithfulness is my very nature

          O yes, I define  trustworthiness, in my own way

2.4     Hot blonds don’t attract me, nor their flirting dalliance

          Thus am I, not afraid of bitchiness, in my own way

2.5     Bulging balloons in tight-fitting Tees, look the other way

          I attempt to handle this bagginess, in my own way

2.6     Thunderous uproar of commercial world, disturbs ‘Mitwa’

          Like him, I find comfort in loneliness, in my own way

(By Mitwa Vishwa)

I cherish the fond memories of the days spent together

1.1 I cherish the fond memories of the days spent together
      I am not sure, whether you even care to remember

1.2 How long, how long, shall my sufferings continue
      Already has, my sore become, a glowing ember

1.3 I wail, I lament, for reasons beyond my control
      O God, why made my heart, a smoldering chamber

1.4 Return O 'Janam', I can't even sleep, without you
      So many tales are buried in the bed-chamber
                                                             ('Janam' means beloved, the poet addresses her beloved so)

1.5 Enchanted is 'Mitwa' by the moments shared
      When will seasons turn, anxious wait is for September
                                                                   ('Mitwa' is the Pen-name of the Poet; otherwise it means á friend')

                                                                                          ---Mitwa Vishwa (23-02-2017)