Heena - Ambigram

Here's to my dear old friend - Heena Gupta.

Mr Charlie Brown

Dear Mr. Charlie Brown,

I write this letter, to tell you now

you are a pig, thought you should know.

I can’t say this, to your big fat face

because I care, for my certificate

If this letter, ever falls in your slimy hands

I’ll be dead I know, and fed to ants

But it’s a pain to stay with you

and wake up everyday when you poke me

If I could just, have my way for a day

I would cut those fingers and feed you three

And why you like, I cannot understand

when you scratch my ear, with your grubby hand

Mr. Charlie Brown

you look like a hound

Just take a minute and hear yourself

you’ll end up hating your own sound

The vanity in which you live and cook dry meals

better food is prepared at the bottom of the ocean by a brainless eel

When you reach work you don’t use your feet

you need two men just to fir you in your seat

Your desk drawers are opened by your peon

Does his bent body turn you on?

You call out to him as if he’s your slave

and abusing him in public is anything but brave

You abuse your boss too, but behind his back

if he heard you, he’d get you sacked

And don’t feel as if you own the ones you pay

once they make enough they’ll not stay

For the Devil would be a better boss than you

He’d skin their souls but you skin my brain

Mr. Charlie Brown

you’ve weaved a thorn crown

Now get that finger out of your nose

you’ve gotta go down town

There is a banker waiting for you, he knows you’re a fraud

but you bribe him so he doesn’t mind and you strip the system blind

Mr. Charlie Brown, may you burn alive

or die in car crash or suffocate in slime

But the thing about you I most hate

is your habit of tuning in the television so late

And you watch it like a deaf strout

with the voice so loud blaring out

Causing an earthquake in my head

which you don’t feel ‘coz yours is of lead

Dare you poke me again in my sleep

Or even when I’m awake for that matter

I’ll take your finger and shove it in your ass deep

and stuff your mouth with your food and hear your teeth clatter

and I’ll show you what loud noise is

when I put your head in a drum and bang it till I please

Mr. Charlie Brown

I know you wont improve

I might write 200 pages but you’ll be a prude

Mr. Charlie Brown

Are you really gay?

You seem to love your wife and child but I’m scared of your taste

Mr. Charlie Brown

I’ll wash your computer

It’ll smell better than you and will still think better

Mr. Charlie Brown

I take your leave now

and I’ll never be back nor wish to see you again

nor hear your voice nor see your name

I wish you all the curses in the world and say badbye.

Vishal Gupta

May 30^th, 2012

Could I have this last dance with you?

It’s a ball of people, yet he is alone

for his eyes search, for the face he’s known

Her sight passes by him, without a stir

His, fixate on her in the crowd brim

He moves towards her, without haste or hesitation

He’s waited far too long, now is the time for his redemption

For if patience is the punishment of love, then he’s been crucified thrice

if he is to grieve, he’d rather grieve loss than flight

A noble reaches her before him,

kisses her hands he

the music plays on, he sees them dance

His unworthy hands unsure of drawing her close to him

He waits for her, as he always has

since the day she looked into his eyes

Her beauty holds him till day

Him, the next day she did not recognize

The craven let her go at the end of the tune

for he never knew, to hold such royalty in his arms

He, fastened his steps again

and reached to take the damsel’s hands

‘Could I have this last dance with you?’

his voice soft and firm

She said not a word but touched his shoulder

and followed the step he took her on

If she saw love in his eyes, she did not say

her’s, spoke odysseys to him

He knew, his love could not steal her away in this life

He touched her lips, agreeing to wait till another

Vishal Gupta

June 17^th, 2013