Poetry Sunday

a poem

a poem for World Toilet Day — The day I forgot to flush the toilet Is a day I’ll never forget. The news spread like wildfire, A song was sung by the school choir. The bathroom grew a terrible stink, Worse than you’d ever think. …

I like circles, perfectly round, I tell them. I like it when the leaves On the saucer and the handle Of the cup point in the same direction. I like Grecian architecture — Equidistant pillars with equidistant lines Running from top to bottom, I tell them. I like stacking books from A to Z On some days…

with apologies to Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when many about you Are losing theirs and calling it a ruse, If you can follow social distancing when many around you Flout it — and not give in to their flouting too; If you can be patient and not be tired by…

The stage was set: It was ten in the morning, The crowd took their seats — Anxious, patiently waiting. And then, it started: A tall man dressed in black Made the first move; in no mood To cut the opposition slack. Saw it all — the trash talk, Rising tempers, and…

Poetry Sunday — Wait a little longer, till the crescent Becomes a ring and nothing, once again. Wait a little longer, maybe the pine Has to paint itself auburn and fall As it waits for a greener rebirth. Wait a little longer — a second, a minute, An hour, a day, week, month, and year More than what you’ve been…

Hey! Just saw your message. My phone was on mute. BTW, your puppies are cute! Sorry, I’m bad at texting. I read your message But forgot to reply. Next time, I’ll keep an eye. Sorry, I’m bad at texting. Sorry for the late reply, I was on another call. But this joke…

Poetry Sunday — Passengers sat scattered, huddled beside the windows, avoiding eye contact. The crew didn’t smile as I alighted. The doors opened to a vastly empty airport — a sombre welcome. Now I know why they bragged about real estate. The place was without the aroma of coffee, mindless mumbling, and electronic beeps; an…