What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Building The Taj Mahal

 

My ideas were enthusiastic,

My works brought me quite decent bucks,

In the blink of Fortuna’s eye,

They all were sold out,

All my projects became profit,

I simply did my original  thinking,

My crowd cheered ‘Hurray!’

I didn’t slip on diamonds,

But for me it was more than enough,

At times I tripped over,

Slipping on spilt acid,

Disadvantages of being famous,

Hazards of the profession,

As to the rest I felt God,

She always was in the middle,

Meddling in my writing and other doings as well,

She knew nothing about business,

Nevertheless I was sure,

She knew something very important,

Always elusive and often indecent,

About completion of dreams,

It was the knowledge,

 I needed like hell,

We aspired to build,

Something grand in the graveyard,

In the venue morticians’ pageant took place,

Only a crypt was allowed,

We aspired to build the Taj Mahal,

The exclusive all love star digs,

On pain of death they destined a law,

Towers mustn’t be built,

We would have leased it to our common acquaintance,

Eternity would have been rent,

We dreamt about being landlords,

We looked at Death and saw our tenant,

We made convertible thoughts,

Sometimes I hesitated,

Insecurity preyed on me,

She gave me the most off topic advice,

She always took me far from the center,

What everyone saw was only a fetus,

I saw a fetus with its placenta,

In hard times she used to say,

Kicking my focus of trust,

 ‘I’m the most marvelous woman,

But my powers are not crescent,

You fantasies are their limits,

When your dreams start,

I am helpless,

You are the most magical man,

Many may love me,

Much more may love you,

The most important thing is that you are in love with me,

While I am in love with you,

Anything pseudo sells,

Illusions have made   you name, 

Trust every thought you make,

Answer the question,

Why do you love me?

Take it easy and write,

Consider me your inner voice,

I do exactly the same’.