A worm called silence

Silence is comforting
If it is but for a pause
Too long a silence
Can break the heart apart

You store your cabinet of mind
And clutter with all the negative thoughts
There will be worms of suspicions
That will eat up all the stock
Of cheerful, happy memories
That you so lovingly hoarded each day
And you will leave with only silence
That might haunt you everyday.

My Canvas

Blue, no red, let me fill this space
The brush, a mini mop,
Sweeps on my canvas tray

I dip my mini mop
In five-holed plate
And splash the canvas
With a grace

The picture comes live
Staring at me
I can hear it sing
Dance and breathe
The colors join hand
And make merry
Reds, and blues,
Grey and greens
All the colored moods
Intermingled
Into a design
Together they smile
On a newly framed face

Unusual Marriage

Girl with girl
Now that’s a game
No issues about sex
No work loads divide
Who mows the lawn?
Who cooks the grains?
No ego mentioned
Nor a question of sex
No rights to stretch
No equalities refreshed
No interfering third person
In choices or crush

Tones are same
on a colored canvas
differences handled
without a fuss

It is a free decision
Of two equal minds
When girl marries girl
And both are brides.

A slip of your tongue....

I told you several times
Don’t say
Don’t say it at all
Let it be
It will pass
People will forget
No need to remind
Let bygones be bygones
Make peace
Cook harmony
Serve compassion

But you pierced the silence
With your sharp words
Chopping the sentiments
Into tiny pieces of pain

You wasted it all
And flushed the friendship
Down the drain

Moma! Please!!

I slurp up the milk, didn’t you hear me burp?
Another diaper, oh no, was there sales again?

Why do you always smile at your reflected self?
Is that the new dress, one more addition?

Must you decorate my pram with funny, showy bells?
I am very embarrassed by your kitty party friends

Is that your new hairstyle?
Are you going partying again tonight?

Please! Your nail polish smells so yuck!
I don’t feel too bright

Just leave the door ajar,
And finish off your chores
Whew! Can somebody put OFF the AC
Need some fresh air outside

Tribute to my teacher

On my final day at school
Me and my friends sat cozily in a room
Ten years of school life edged to an end
The tears in your eyes, reflected love.

You spoke to us, your final speech
Of etiquettes and the ways of world
You preached

I remember all that, to this day
Of your warning that the world is bad
Every step had to be a careful move
Followed by right instinct not
Influenced by foe

Friends, you said, we meet at every step
But path that we choose, decides our fate.
Rule by head, not by heart, you had repeated
Many times till it was clear.

We kissed the four walls of class that day
To thank the school of all that care
Now as I sit and ponder alone
I remember your words on this teacher’s day.