When my parents wished me to drive back home The first half , I said No dear ,I brought a two wheeler ,let me wage the installment The second half , I said No dear, I brought a car , let me wage the installment The third half, I said No dear ,I brought a plot, let me wage the installment The fourth half, I said No dear, I brought a villa ,let me wage the installment Year later I wished to drive back home Yet again I wage the installment For the empty chair and vacant cot.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain