Anchors Aweigh!

  

Gollum, Gollum

We wants it when we sees it
Silly Deagol wants to keep it
So we kills him and takes it
Our Precious we makes it

Night and day life degrades
Gollum comes, Smeagol fades
An obsession turns us insane
Makes us less and less humane

Gollum, Gollum spends this life
To protect it, we pretends we lies
We becomes everything but nice
To keep it from eyes that pries

One day we meets a hobbit
Nice and juicy we can gobble
But it fights us with a knife
So we play a game of life

Right answer and you leave
Wrong one, you become my treat
Curses, this hobbit has its smarts
To let go we don’t have the heart

But fair is fair, everybody knows
Only a loss feeds our souls
We jump around and drop it
Precious, our Precious… Oh! The hobbit!

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Working on the rest of the story.

©️Nitya Swaruba, 2016

Gollum, Gollum

We wants it when we sees it
Silly Deagol wants to keep it
So we kills him and takes it
Our Precious we makes it

Night and day life degrades
Gollum comes, Smeagol fades
An obsession turns us insane
Makes us less and less humane

Gollum, Gollum spends this life
To protect it, we pretends we lies
We becomes everything but nice
To keep it from eyes that pries

One day we meets a hobbit
Nice and juicy we can gobble
But it fights us with a knife
So we play a game of life

Right answer and you leave
Wrong one, you become my treat
Curses, this hobbit has its smarts
To let go we don’t have the heart

But fair is fair, everybody knows
Only a loss feeds our souls
We jump around and drop it
Precious, our Precious… Oh! The hobbit!

——
Working on the rest of the story. 

©️Nitya Swaruba, 2016

My Wish Eternal

I wish a lot of things
Cause you make me
Who you are I think
Whatever aides me
To make that wish
Within me you incept
A feeling so true
An otherworldly effect
I go along with heed
Lured by your craft
Where it is you lead
Hearts cry faces laugh
That’s when I make
My very first wish
That all at stake
Escape the devilish
What rips you away
Is what you live with
I wish you’d behave
Cleanse from the filth
A bit of sense
For the others
I think about it
And I’m smothered
Among all this wish
There’s a place you know
In me, in here
Where you can go
If you’re one of those
That touched my soul
I’d wish you close
Always be whole.
©Nitya Swaruba, 2016

Listening to Michael Jackson

  
There was a time
When I was a fan
Can’t really remember
How that era began
Beautiful voice
The dance the poise
Something else too
Left me no choice
Linked to music now
By the love I possess
The songs help out
I say what I can’t express.

Art and words: ©️Nitya Swaruba—April 3, 2016