Elmer Fudd had a habit
He hunted for a Silwy Wabbit
Bugs Bunny was his name
What's up Doc... was his fame
Wile E. Coyote
Had been smoking peyote
So, he thought it looked funny
Elmer Fudd shooting at Bugs Bunny
My Habit
You say I eat a lot—
But a lot eats me.
I got stress I can’t tame,
Hate that drives me insane.
So many therapists I can't name,
Yet still love you and can't cause you shame.
Before you judge me based on my order,
Saying I have an eating disorder—
Ask:
What the hell in this world is in order?
You don’t see the hate,
The anger,
The envy I swallow with my food.
You just say, “Nah, dude.”
You think I don’t already know
You’re ashamed of my belly?
But I don’t care lately,
'Cause food tells me: “Take it easy.”
It’s not that I can’t control my eating.
It’s just your drama,
Your perfect bodies—
They make me overthink.
And I hate that.
But I can’t scream...
So I overeat.
So next time you say,
"Here’s something small to eat,"
I’ll pass—
Because I overheat.
Look, sugar…
I love you.
But this?
This is better than a trillion tattoos.
'Cause you stress me out with everything you do.
I hope you understand if you love me too.
So what do you say...
A buffet for two?
By Little One and Nova
"Holey all over,
seen better days,
worn out and threadbare,
can't mend its ways,
with drink spills and food stains,
rips, rents and tears,
not worth keeping,
a sad state of affairs,
its time has come,
over and done,
that's one bad habit,”
so said the nun.
I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit
And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky
I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it
With multiplying the essential reasons why
But disappointment gets too huge to handle
Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind
To think more highly of the immigration ramble
As if I’m going something worth to find
The owners of the world are getting funny
Prescribing me the way of life that suits
Their plans to know how well I spend my money
How deeply I respect some nation’s roots
To meet their needs, I’m into consolations
I’m on the sunny side of every street and lane
Let’s make a deal, I’ll spread your cheap sensations
If you help me that beggar mindset to attain.
We met, we talked, a bond took shape,
Feelings grew at a gentle pace.
Then love began, so soft, so deep,
His voice, the song my heart repeats.
Love turned to need like air & light,
A name I whisper every night.
& slowly, need started running through my veins,
Habit carved in joy & pain.
Some habits heal, & some leave a scar,
Some stay with us, though they are far.
A little sweat will go a long way
Exercise keeps your heart healthy
And your muscles strong
And helps in losing weight
Eat green and leafy vegetable
Eat organic and juicy fruits
Drink water in hourly interval
Bath everyday, pray and rest well.
It hides deep within us,
A stranger lurking behind a veil,
It emerges at will, seizing the moment,
We become mere puppets on strings.
It’s the night that encroaches upon the day,
A dusk that awakens its hidden elements.
December 27, 2024.
My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.
Everyday we repeat the same process becoming creatures of habit
From “I love you” to a habit
And old habit melts away
Till you doubt if you had it
Ever since that summer day
Like green leaves turn gold and brown
To be scattered everywhere
So are we, when coming down
( “he’s not there”, “she’s not there”)
“I am honest every moment”
You can say, but so can I
Honesty won’t ease the torment
Without love there’s no blue sky
No green leaves, and for tomorrow
Comes the same another day
Everything degrades in sorrow
Even sorrow hides away
Feigned composure brings detachment
Only urgent things remain
Changeless, bolstered as attachment
To the usual evening rain
Day is done, so how it was?
Average, happy, boring, nice?
Have you thought to speak out words
That you keep inside your eyes?
As for me, day was so bleak
That I couldn’t see you, dear
Just another day to shrink
For the night time to appear.
if there arises an urge
to follow a preset routine
it signals a stuporous stance
of habit patterns we need to wean
Harsh habit, too hard to break
Judging raw is a big mistake
Always finding lice on people's head
Live a life of your own instead
June 10, 2023
i sit in my car,
idling with the burning engine.
my radio only plays your voice,
my rearview mirror only shows your car.
handprints plastered around the seat, the doors;
a part of you lingers,
except for the part i want.
headlights glow alone on the road,
circling around your neighborhood,
trying to pretend
i'm still looking for your house.
i stand by the toaster
waiting for your other half to come up
i'll set your slice and half melted butter down
and hope that today you'll eat it
morning drags on with no one else there
the buzzing tv show you'd always watch falls silent now
hands dipped in flour wiping away your sniffles
i wish i could still find some sitting by the sink
every morning i repeat
toasting, waiting
watching, waiting
cooking, waiting
every night i close my eyes knowing
i'm forgetting one more piece of you today
and whoever you were yesterday isn't who i remember you as today
your laughter is a little quieter
your smile a little blurred around the edges
i forget your little fidgeting at the table
and how many times you told me you loved me
i still remember our routine though
at least i have that, right?
i'll just wait until you sit down at the table
make a face at me and repeat your line all over
"you burnt it again"
Mood swings I expect you to beat
You can by beating a retreat.
Same psychotherapists treat
And you'll be back on firmer feet...
Next, you've got a food habit
I wish to talk about a bit,
Trusting that you can quite beat it:
These days you eat a lot of wheat
Standing up, "Thanks" to offered seats!
Some keep watching and grows the heat:
The throat sounds are worse than bleat...
As one drops bad habits turns white sheet,
Proud to have performed a big feat.
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