Nonsense Poems

one by one dreaded poets come
scoop they say, for a verse that's scum
compose they do after a shot of rum
but their words so terrible that I need to run
they rejoice thinking it's all fun
each with cheeky poems, recited out of turn
I wait, hoping they will entertain some
and have a last laugh when its is all undone




Bartender’s society, all delicacies spread
On the side is the verse that drools during fest
Embarrassed, they sneak beneath the table mat
But their voices spice up the dinner jest

Happy Birthday to my Cousin

With every passing year
The affection grows
Our bonds gets stronger
As we grow wiser
People notice and wonder
If it's just a passing phase
They are unaware of our summers
Spent apart
Sometimes faraway
In a distant land
How unsure we are
If we will ever meet again
The words begin to pause
We have nothing to say

But each year the memory blends
and inextricably binds
yet it isolates.

Blessed is the day
that brought you in to this world
and painted my zone
with tiny dots of love

Weird Friend

She knows she is weird
but what can she do?
She is up in the good times
She is down, when blue
She will order PaniPuri
but will drink just tea
But girl
She is my best friend
and does only 
What weird people do

She writes strange histories
Of sinister facts
She churns out poetry
All in a jest
and sometimes when lonely
she beats her chest
But girl
She is my best friend
And a weirdest too

How can i tell her
She is my weird friend
How can I tell her
The truth
Every time we meet
When I see her,
Its a treat 
But girl
She only does what
Weird people do