Saturday, January 14, 2012


Having been in black and white
I move into the technological zone.
New colours- bold and bright-
I reminisce about the generation old.
Would I have opted for video games then
if I were offered cyberspace?
Would these kids now play them
if otherwise provided open place?
Things joyed us long ago are not yet extinct-
if seen, felt with new set of eyes.
Hands change as the clock ticks,
setting new trends, benchmarks, styles.
Unfair to compare the present with the past.
It's just a timeline that's sped too fast.

Saturday, January 7, 2012


In the night I awake with his squeaks.
Quivering nose he scampers around,
and I with my broom and stick.
The trap with a cheese, an open-fridge.
The race with the rat is once again set-
on my battlefield, on his playground.
He the prankster, me the pet.