Saturday, January 27, 2018

Unknot


Why pick those threads of virtue
which needle your every thought?
When such dogmas stitch and sew
to tailor you with a knot.
Let the tongue utter your mind,
and unbutton the desires.
Tho the words seem undefined-
they roll to kindle fire.
The coat of colourful wits-
deep within the soul bird knits.


Wednesday, January 10, 2018

My Ice Eater


She plops like a lazy pup
admiring her long, soft hair.
Hundred ice casually slurps
as music fills up her lair.
All emotions camouflaged -
but try and decipher not.
She is silent and unbudged -
though foxy mind churns a lot.  
If fate my desires stirs -
I would want to be like her.