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The black catSlinks down into the sewer,Eager to escapeThe tense curiosity,Of the little onlooker,Who has been warnedBy every well wisher,To avoid every cat,But particularly any that’s black –And to stay clear of every path,That a black catSets foot on. The … Continue reading →

The sparkle in your eyes,Lit by the power,Of the fireIn your belly –Your purpose,And your dreams,Blinds the onlookers;They use their handsAs weak shields,While they flee from the landsThat have embraced your footprints,But even in their retreat,They fail notTo fling the … Continue reading →

You start with flour –Two cups of itHeaped in a mound,With a well in the middle,To which you addA cup of water,A spoon of yeast,And a pinch of salt;And then you commenceThe mundane task,Of bringing it allTogether. Thereafter,You proceedTo kneadAnd … Continue reading →

How does one become bad?Whether a manBeaver, badger, dog or cat?Sure, they can all do thingsThat could beAbominable, reprehensible, bad-But they are not a batchOf boiled potatoesThat you mashed,And left outside,On the counter overnight,In the throesOf a dreary summer,That they … Continue reading →

Sometimes,There is no answerFor why things happen,Whether good,Or downright bad;And when it’s the latter,One tends to wonder,Whether one matters,In the larger schemeOf thingsAs they stand;For if one did,Would this haveCome to be? Sometimes,The things that happen,Are not just bad,But they … Continue reading →

ResistThe urge to intervene,It may appear insaneNot to,The bridge may seemOn the verge of breaking,The crack across its centreEver widening. You believe you possessThe bonding glue,Magic woven intoIts very essence;In your effervescence,To make things right, to mend,You fail to seeThe … Continue reading →

The four seasons Each have their own hue, The temperate ones By far the most vibrant; They deck up in every shade Of red, orange and yellow, A sight to behold, In tiny gardens, Or on either side of the … Continue reading →

There are few things That I treasure, As much as I do, Watching the lit windows Of cozy, warm homes, That are in the process Of winding down. After a busy day, Doing chores Around the house, Or running errands, … Continue reading →

I When the maiden returned, With a skip in her step, Just like on the day, When she had first been set Out into the realm That lay beyond; At that precise moment Of her return, The sun set, On … Continue reading →

I Had I looked at the horizon, At the rising sun – And taken off into the distance, Leaving behind my absence, Perchance, Nobody would’ve noticed That I was gone; But I chose not to, Although it made sense, To … Continue reading →