Inside Man

 

Joy and the spirit, the inside man knows. 

Bubbles of lust and zest quietly

blows. 

But the facade displays not what he is-

forever bottled just the label shows.

Here I Am

 

Far away now I am from my homeland

with treasure of memories of my prime. 

Grateful I am to the land where I stand,

yet heart goes back and forth from time to time. 

My road of gentle pace and aimless drifts

tarred with turmoils and peace, darkness and light. 

Of twists and turns spiced with numerous shifts. 

From financial plight to some soulful sights. 

Sometimes I wonder what would I have been

had I not trodden this once unknown road?

But play of fate is forever unseen.

All you need is a wheel of will to goad. 

Often unaware these are pleasure-walks. 

And though loud it ticktocks, blind is the clock. 

Vada Pav To Hotdog

 

I ate the homemade curry,

and flew to the glamour-land.

A new charm, some new worries

but a strong faith in fate’s hand.

I wondered what was in store

as my dreams fluttered in hope.

Knocking on destiny;s door

with an iron will to cope.

Joy or woe of the new dough-

Alas! little did I know.