Cricket

Much can be watched
Over a cup of coffee

The sports men
Highly tanned
Running across the field
Chasing a tiny ball
Behind the wickets
Sweat dripping down their cheeks
Soaking and damping their spirit
Failing to prevent
Their opponent from
Scoring one more run
Once again

Much can be watched
Over a cup of coffee

Scrabble

I secretly swapped
letter ‘I’ with letter ‘S’
during our game
Of Scrabble

Your score
was too high
and my letter-rack was
odd and unscrambled

Forgive me

I have dusted
The shelf
Of my furniture
To place the
Winning trophy

Cat has Nine lives

They say
Cat has nine lives
What karma is that?

To be re-born
As a cat
nine times in a row
again and again
before you can reach
Salvation?

All I want is for my friend to smile

All I want is for my friend to smile
To greet me
And extend her rhyme

She had been cold for too long
Not spoken a word
Nor shared a song

All day long she sits by the window

Is she
Admiring the clouds
Talking to the birds
Listening to the waves of the breeze?

I see her
Empty eyes
Crossed arms
Grim expression

Cannot read what she is thinking

I want her to spot me
Touch me
And walk beside me for a while.

All I want is for my friend to smile

During beach party

During the beach party
I disappeared briefly
To show my swimming costume
to your boss

What can I say?

He had liked
the blue bikini that
he had bought it
especially for me and
wanted to see
if it fit me right.

Forgive me

He said you wouldn’t mind
since you knew
that he was hundred percent
Gay

Fortunately he was not……

55-er story.......

Read the book ‘Snow White and Seven Dwarfs’ and went to sleep, pretending to be dead, expecting a kiss to break the spell.

I heard him enter my room, approach my bed, bend down, put his fingers closer, then, snatch my soft pillow from under my head

He truly deserved a whack for his prank.

April Haiku

Showers knock again
Droplets on my window pane
It’s April rain

April breeze on trees
Yellow carpet spread on streets
Fragrance coat cars

Petals cry all day
April is the cruelest month
Tear drops splash in pools

Farms tend rabbi crop
Night sky fills with Lohri song
April once again

April heat kiss air
The weights of thirst bend the trees
Birds and Bees resign

Want No Routine Job

Fresh new day
Want to do something new
Don’t want to cook
Or wash or clean
Nor check my list of e-posts or mails
Don’t want to go shopping for wares
Nor see the kids pass across my lane
Make no plans
For a smooth Passover
Nor walk in the evening
On those warm cobbled street
Don’t want to watch those endless
Soap or opera queens
Nor spend this day
Like a daily routine.

My Painting....in oils

White canvas with a stroke of blue
Dotted with some circles of red
Shades of pink, yellow, green
A flower blooming into a stream

I wipe my brush with apron string
And stand few meters from easel
Contemplating on some more lines
To make my painting beauty and divine

In solitude, this hobby I chase
It helps me as if to meditate
With colors, hues and shades of white
Keeping me awake till late, late nights

Leave my canvas
Let it dry
I will sent it for exhibits
On new stands

Do you remember?

Memory still fresh
On those summer afternoons
With our tiny feet
We would ride
Behind those horse carriages
One foot on metal rod
Other foot dangling
Over the edge
Hitting the muddy ground
We would spread a spray of pebbles
Under our feet
Ready and alert
And quick to run
To escape the lash
Of the horseman
Wishing he would
Concentrate on road ahead
And happily ride on
Oblivion to our noise
And we laughed at our prank of
Having cheated him
For a free ride
To the end of the street

Friday.....

This Friday
I flag down a bus
To travel some forty miles
Away from e-city
Winding
Through polluted streets
Honking alleys
Crowded lanes
Through market place
A bakery
A butcher shop
A curvy road
And finally
My comfort zone
Where I stretch out
My tired feet
And sip in
Aroma
Of my cozy
Retreat

Waiting.....