A Plea

Descend upon me
Shroud me
Engulf me…
Oh! Darkness
Why does it take
So long to accept
Me to your soothing bosom?

Evolution

“You prepared what!!!?
Fish curry? ha ha ha…
A decade had passed
But I still remember
You, standing there,
On the terrace of our
Hostel, fresh out of a bath
Refusing to take part
In the ‘farming’
While we muddied
Our hands.
That YOU prepared ‘fish curry’?
Nopes, no way, you
Can’t make me buy this.”

“Believe me”, I pleaded
With a sinking heart;
“I prepared it
And it turned out well,
Time, the ultimate leveler,
Had changed me too.”

A guffaw at the other end.
“What?” I asked irritated

“Time? I would like to give
That ‘time’ – the ‘time’
That changed you - a salute
If ever I get to see it!”

The Embarrassment

The turd that puts up a fight
Against the swirling whirl wind
Instead of going down the commode
Brings forth memories of Kuttan,
Sathi Aunty’s eight year old son who
Washed away during last monsoon.