These are poems written over a long time. In random order, here we go...
These are poems written over a long time. In random order, here we go...
I did a series called brown bag emotions. Its about daily observations. They are hand drrawn sketches and short poems on brown paper bags. The ones we get from shops. Here are a few of them...
My wife chats with men on Instagram; he complained,
You are chatting with women in Lycos, I exclaimed!
She posts erotic poems; he persisted,
You are no saint either; I insisted.
Jealousy is coursing through me; he went on,
Obvious like leaping flames; I pointed out with a yawn.
I still love her; he tried to proclaim,
Perhaps time to tell her that instead;
I said cursing all the emotionally lame.
it is an old routine,
somewhere at home or by the old canteen.
starts with cups of strong brews,
followed by day-old news.
issues debated, gossips underlined,
it cuts across the social divide.
begins the day right for all,
lifts the nightly pall.
warms the blood, excites the mind,
our lives, unseen but intertwined.
change should not come to some things,
from paupers to kings.
Baked a cake yesterday,
Something went wrong,
Severe loose motions today,
Trips to the toilet getting prolonged!
Investigation began,
Culprit was obvious,
Egg used has to be a scam,
The charges were indeed serious.
When whipped the meringue was mellow,
Unlike other eggs added to the dough,
Yolk was not enough yellow,
Is it a Chinese egg, the question begged to know?
Researched online,
Found tons of information,
Chinese eggs are a gold mine,
Traders dupe customers with no repercussion.
Is there any truth,
Or just another fake news?
With no concrete proof,
This slueth is still confused!
I am slowly adding all the stuff...please keep checking for old and new poems.
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