The Wise Little Cat

Aww, little kitty cat,

Thanks for making me realise,

That it’s important to stop a bit,

And smell the flowers nice.

 

Hoomans are dumb, so very, very dense,

They tend to forget the important stuff,

But as long as we’ve got you around,

I think that should be reminder enough!

 

So, let’s prance and play and dance a bit

Climb the roof, get stuck in trees.

Curl up in the sun, catch a snooze,

And shrug of our cares, just live free!

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

The Mask We Wear

Dear Friend,

I took off my mask and laid it aside,
And you didn’t cringe at what you saw.
You didn’t taunt,
You didn’t chide,
You didn’t shudder,
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Flowers By The Moon Light

Take back these flowers
That we gathered in the moonlight,
As we sat by the river from dusk to dawn,
Speaking to each other until the stars lost their twinkle
And the sun woke up yawning and bleary-eyed. Read More

I Choose …

I live in a society that rejoices in stripping you of your right to choose. From what you wear, to how you dress, to the car you drive, the interests you pursue, and the person you marry … all these decisions are mostly governed by the society, the community, the neighborhood, the clan, the nosey aunty who lives next door, the chai wallah, the doodh waala … anybody except you.

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Delhi summers, poem about Delhi summers

Delhi Burning … !

When Amrita Arora shook her hips to the song that paid tribute to “Dilli ki sardi” (translated, the Winters of Delhi), two thoughts struck my mind. One, “What a God awful song that is!” and two, “They are dragging the wrong season into limelight.” If there is anything that is dreaded about Delhi (apart from the startling increase in the crimes against women) and the tomfoolery that passes for driving skills in this city, it is the duration between May and September.

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