Straight Drive

 

I took a stance as he greased the cherry.

He looked me over with a wide spread smile.

But I geared up to protect from injury

for in those innocent eyes there hid guile.

He ran with power to the chalked out crease-

leather held firm for the directed swing.

I, in two minds as my heart-beats increased

for the fear stitched with that devious sling.

He hurled at me with a tremendous speed

and I smelt the old devil as it neared.

But this time I resolved - I will not bleed-

for these taunts were no threat against my spear.

This gruff and bluff I have had them enough-

the gloves would be off if the stuff gets rough.

Uncap

 

This mopery is mortal.

The wine I imbibe throttles.

Hope these ripples will uncap

the tempest in the bottle.

Seal Gazing

 

I watched them from far above with envy

as they sunbathed on the docks leisurely.

Some plonked on the planks with the thuds heavy.

Some lolled without a care in luxury.

Their oily skins glistened in the hot sun

as they arched their backs in a yoga pose.
They flipped mud or sand to lessen the burn-

oozy snores and proud of their moustached nose.

Majestically aloof king seal stood

while his subjects flopped like sacks of gunny.

Something, somehow triggered their playful mood-

with grunts and honks they dived into the sea.
They swam with joyous barks hour after hour-

the pleasures of steam, sauna and shower.

Shirt

 

Buttoned up with lively threads

the new shirt shines in the morn.

Sunglow yellow, passion red-

with vibrant colours adorned.

Will it retain its ardour,

and dust off day’s overload?

Or the essence it harbours-

toil and sweat would soon erode?

Shirt is like an emotion-

treat, wear, play, wash with caution.

Goodbye Spirits

 

I first took to the bottle to amuse

for the pleasures I sought elsewhere were dull.

The heedless taste was soon hard to refuse

for my oscillating emotions lulled.

I began to wait for euphoric eves

when I would be high and fake confidence.

But the day dragged on with numbness and heaves

as spirits camouflaged my diffidence.

I rejoiced in vague imaginations,

and at times dozed off with blurred memories.

The fusion, confusion fed my vision

fading into an abyss piece by piece.

I vowed to quiet this doleful desire.

And to quench the thirst with a different fire.

Phase

 

And once again you depart

with a firm mind, stronger heart.

Memories will ebb and flow-

a new vigour to restart.

School

 

Things we did not say in school

for we were the frightened fools.

But now they come flooding back

breaking all conventional rules.