Being A Luxury.

Being a luxury

he could not afford it actually

wanted it stubbornly.


Being very impish

he behaved  rather very foolish

opting to be lavish.


Being a spendthrift

turned bankrupt in a drift

never was thrifty.



Up To Play

The rains play with me

so do the squirrels

as such both  are up to pranks

they are mischievous and freesqiurrels_in_eave


In the morning it was bright and sunny

I placed my carpets out in  the open yard

the rains poured for a few minutes

I ran to save them in a manner funny.


Could be similar in the afternoon too

I lay on my bed looking through

the sun was cheerful and brilliant in tone

the rains poured and were torrential too.


The squirrel entered through the front door

I usually keep the door open all through

never did the squirrel made its way in

I have to firmly close the main door.


My dining room opens out to the garden

I watch the greenery around

the squirrel came through the entrance

the little one has become a burden.


The ways I am mocked through the day

seem not a few but too many

small incidents put me to task

well, life works out that way.





My Writing

My writing has gone dry

I seem to be in a spell  dry

being the joke in a way

I write much in a day

when my heart cries  out

emotions do the magic throughout

when I am placid in a sense

my thinking is not dense

my thoughts become dry

I have nothing to buy.





Walk Away With An Empty Hand.

It is an endless wait

would have to bear it

for how many years

I do not know

it is going to go down

the generations in all

we being the first

pass on to our children

then to the grandchildren

from a voluminous form

it shrinks into a paltry

finally turns to nothing

is it the destiny ?

one has to remain with hands tied

spreading out involves money

most times the expenditure

turns not fruitful and worthy

becomes a tedium in years

a  withdrawal descends

we like to abandon the whole

walk away with an empty hand.