There you standBy the podiumSpeaking in yourVoice so deepAnd a charismaSo charmingThat you've meAnd all your audienceMesmerized! And mesmerize me,You do everyday.And even thoughYour flirtatious glancesAnd touchesAre so very flattering, Yet I can't,But think of youAs this beautifulBag of chips. A can, I daresayOf pringles! I know you taste delicious. Hesitant though, I'm,To open you.For last time,With the … Continue reading A bag of potato chips
Grimy pavement stageIn the heart of bustling BangaloreA two-man cast playMuch unnoticed much bore..Not a street theater my friendPoignant real life human dramaOf insanity, innocencePoverty and passionOf unique human relationshipCaptured in vivid panorama..Blind old man, Aamir AliWrinkled and curled upClothes ragged Yet to satiate hunger, in hand a cup..Memory blank like his unseeing eyesNo track of AgeJust incoherent word … Continue reading Age and innocence
With amazed gazeI stare at thee,I know not where thou artYet in my ignoranceI try to fathomAnd had been trying toSince mother natureBestowed in meConscious to marvelAt thy golden glow. In my prime,I dance in thy shine,And hold handsOf my ignorant lover,Whilst thou set o'erThe horizon..Blurring behind,The palm's hind,And the outline of the boats,Whilst the … Continue reading The golden glow
Bride doll in one handGroom doll in anotherThe nine year oldCherished the gift of her father. Rejoiced at the thought ofGetting her dolls marriedA new game she had foundThat kept her engaged. On the wedding dayShe emerged new and freshBehind her backHer family exchanged cash. Willing to be boughtWilling to be soldWilling to be usedFor … Continue reading Wedding of dolls
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