Epistle to Mr. Adam

Tut-tut, ‘Tis raining out

My pulses racing to peep thro’ the door

Oh sir, why ye have a doubt

All b’ause of Eve’s anxiety to explore

Come hell or high water

‘Tis our duty to mint, they say

Pay the price for being a daughter

If not, go out; there’s no way

‘Dumb to watch when money speaks’

‘Let the emotions stand mute to barter’;

Curse thy coat and don’t seek

In order to win the badge of honour

No dearth of talking snakes

Slithering everywhere to entice

‘No more gullible’, my heart aches

‘To win or to lose’ in a game of dice

Sir, if ye were not so meek to accept

If Eve were not dared to disobey

We never fight in Eden and expect

A new world order to give way.

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Bonjour

O pardon me – I’m in a hurry

Ye ask me the cause and cure for your worry

I ‘ve reasons aplenty at my portal

To give and share as a mortal

‘T was a despicable act

To avert a gem of a person in fact

‘An erudite, yet rude and cheeky’

No, ‘a thumbs up’ was so creepy,

‘How else could I reach’, you may ask

Be in my shoes to know the task

Ye ‘ve reasons galore my knight,

Will you come hither to share and write?

‘T is too short to lament

Blessed to say ‘no’ for an argument

Don’t hang on to the custom

That age brings (you) wisdom

Avatar

Wear a detached cloak

As it’s zero hour

The cowl doesn’t make

The monk, yet be as

Gentle as Tom C. Owen

While addressing the public

Don’t stand on sentiments

Yet, Nicole’ll come to

Your rescue at odd hours

Arrogance, damn it,

Thy name is Norman

A rose is a rose is a rose

Say ‘no’ to emotional

Dalliances, my Rostislav

Shit to be smitten with

Darwin, my arm candy

Go spiritualistic to

Call thee as Shankar

No more wish, I’ve

To be a toy in hand

It’s a clarion call

Come hither, if you

Want to know, what

Is in my heart?

Disclaimer

It’s a jungle

Even the monkeys

Will fall, yet

Try your luck

It’s a black and

Gold python, 17

Feet long, 200$,

Christened as Darwin

A photo-op to

Kiss and hug,

Venture into the

Mystery to taste

The forbidden fruit

Nobody knows

What’s in and out
Time runs out

To make a mockery of

Don’t go gentle

Into a stasis

Beauty lies not

In calling a spade

A spade, but

In keeping the

Mystery till the end

Both pain and

Pleasure ’ll teach

You, what’s life

Find pleasure in

Pain and pain in

Pleasure, if you

Want to know more.

Will you?

Hurry with the sticks!

It is tiger, tiger, tiger

A distress call from a boy

A duty calls to save him

It’s a mischievous act

A thrill, it’s to notice

How people react to for a cry

How a paleface gets flushed

Oh, look at the cool guy

Giggling from a treetop

His cries go unanswered

When he meets a tiger

It’s a lesson that

All turn a deaf ear

To a truth, when

It comes from a liar

April 1

It’s time to shout

Hip! Hip! Hurray!

As we stand in circle

To laugh and to highfive

Fair or dark and

Smart or ugly,

Tall or short and

Skinny or brawny,

You, a mortal here

Any barometer ‘ve you here!

Are we made for

Grimacing or salivating?

It’s too precious to tarry

Variety’s the spice,

No brickbats, no bouquets

Let the Last Judgment

Paint a portrait on

Be proud to know

That there’s no superior

Or inferior here, as

It’s nobody’s world.

My Eye Candy

A voice calls me

It sends a soulful plea

A real fun, it’s to see

When I want to drink

It’s swept up in the Vortex

When I try to blow, yet

It comes and laughs

As if to say ‘you ‘re a fool’

Sure, it’s not of one demon’s

As I’ve read in fables

It’s so rosy in defying

Alas! Very small eyes

Try to whisper words

And a wee bit tiny, yet

A real surprise, it’s

To see time and again

Wait till I catch

A glimpse of to say more.