The times twist and rise like rare tornadoes
Timelines elsewhere just turn into homilies
And the stars-turned-hearts are bleeding blues
The happenstance-moon for once is not made
of light to light up our home CFL’s
The rain gods do not drop water bottles
to the marooned; or the air, mantras, to reverse
Rigor mortis. The sky, hawker of visuals,
implores blind pathways to unchoke themselves.
I bide time in my twelfth floor Himalayas.
Kedar’s water demons come calling,
metamorphosed into meteorology,
dunking Chennai’s life in tears where float bloated
the arid wits of the metro’s whirlpool gods.
Note: Based on a Van Gogh painting 'Starry night', which struck a chord in me during the Chennai floods of 2015.
Categories:
unchoke, natural disasters,
Form: Sonnet
I shall never fall in love with one who left her glass shoe
Neither will I ask your hand just when the poisoned apple unchoke you.
Never will I dare marry one who in ages has been sleeping
Nor elope with a looong-haired damsel prisoned yet painting.
For there can never be a sweet fairy godmother
But mothers-in-law acting god and bitter!
And you tell me we shall live happily ever after
When you would not even taste that pumpkin in your platter?
Stop staring by your window waiting for your armored knight
He will not fetch you with his horse tainted white.
And will you please stop thinking those birds sing songs for you
Fairy tales are not meant for someone as unloving as you!
Categories:
unchoke, funny, romance, satire,
Form: Rhyme