foggy morning,
covered from top to the toes,
like a newly-wed bride,
sitting silently,
...
the throat chokes,
the mind unsteady,
the pen, fed to the full, refuses to go,
the white sheet staring back tauntingly,
...
today is Thurs Day,
Baba's day
a day to remember
and a day to cherish Baba
...
ah! the six yard wonder,
the indian saree,
i shudder to think
without you
...
the sun has hurried home faster,
matinee shows have yet to end,
the play fields have emptied the children
into respective homes,
...
oh!
the resplendent, red, rotund
the early morning sun
on the eastern sea surface
...
all poems should be short and brief,
short in length, brief in meaning.
pithy, if they are meant to be,
...
Pray, dear one,
when you feel one after another
the doors are being closed on you,
...