It sheds some light, tells what sights
without any prejudice.
Often I dislike its might
for it is my nemesis.
When it cuts, the wound is deep
though it appears so fragile.
Altered face the make-up keeps-
beguiles and false praises piles.
But as its reflections hit-
I reflect - pour wine in it.
I shall not hide from myself,
from the truth, or behind lies.
I shall seek no outside help
who tell to do otherwise.
I will not conceal my wish,
and live for others’ pleasures.
Nor for those compliments fish
designed as per their measures.
This game I have played enough-
Let my soul seek, hide the bluff.
I like you in your madness-
sometimes in your craziness.
Though appear stern on surface-
is hard to hide your softness
The dark tunnel will have light-
its glow will eclipse the bloom.
The waning moon will shine bright,
and leafless trees wait to bloom.
Thorny path has flowers strewn-
every bird will learn to fly.
The fate will roll its dice soon,
and truth will conquer the lie.
Worry not of all the whys-
all you need is different eyes.
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 heartbeats 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.
This mopery is mortal.
The wine I imbibe throttles.
Hope these ripples will uncap
the tempest in the bottle.
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.
