Strutting about—
our pompous ways!
Fussing over spilt milk;
disdain for the inferior;
dusting invisible specks
off of ourselves.
We're the See-Alls
and the Know-Alls.
After all,
didn’t the mob declare us
Fashion Beyond Fashion?
Icons in our own rights we are!
That’s what makes it so strange
that when the Creator arrives
we fade away—
mere Puppets On Strings,
playing our assigned roles after all…
GLORY TO PIGEON:
Greedy Pigeon!
Don’t fight with your wife!
Give her some rice
You’ve chased away the sparrows
Why’s your outlook so narrow?
Learn charity and kindness
Don’t act like Royal Highness
And you’d better meditate
Your stress levels aren’t great
Your eyes are so red
It’s time you went to bed
PIGEON TO GLORY:
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
Heart words beat wise quotes any time
strangers most of you, yet
somethings resonate, don't they
in a world of changing equations
yet, global, reachable, connected
yet not redefined
friendship remains based on mutual
love, respect and trust.
Lemon-colored negligee, hair tousled
don't care that my window is open
the street outside empty,
quarantined and anxiously scanning oximeters -
measuring each breath while regrets pile up.
Pour myself a glass of warm water
with lemon and honey - just so, the lemon
let Sunlight in...and Air...
Can Covid fly in too with lemon Sunlight?
Neighbor's doors strung Neem leaves guarantee
purity with lemon Sunlight that might be closing in on Doomsday
that is not because of Big Bang but because the Human Race has lost the ability to breathe and talk of the Second Coming of Jesus now
they of the Making who World Wared I & II
whole cities shot down and Twin Towers bombed.
And I, in my lemon-colored negligee
sit idly sipping tea wondering when I'd be able to travel again? -
Not travel per se but the option to
meanwhile choose and choice being between Swiggy and Zomato while watching Netflix.
