Tuesday, May 03, 2011

In the memory of Coffee and Crisp newspaper

Soon, even the memory would seem ancient...
in this era of new media...

I miss holding the crisp morning newspaper with a mug of coffee my mom makes...
and reading every nook and corner
cartoon, small poems, birthday message from x to y,
love notes from b to c...

'trying' to understand all words in the editorial,
science section was my favourite...
politics- good to see who those old ppl are and what they were called...
looking at the jobs section and wondering if i would be a doctor or an engineer or a pilot,
forgetting that i was blocking everybody else from using the bathroom,
lost in the world of crisp morning newspaper...

and how i miss you now!

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Feels like doing it

She feels like doing it!

Derobe him
Render him bare
Defenseless
Ready to be violated

He doesn't give up
In a silent rebellion
He brings tears to her eyes
even while breathing
his last breath

She wiped her tears
As she picked up pieces of him

He tastes good in her biryani.
-Red Onion from India