Words

A lone pen strikes paper Prose, poetry, purpose meet. Letters hold hands, A gathering of words we seek. A song of the heart A tale of you and me Perfidy's tryst with truth A moment's flight of fantasy Mundane episode of comedy A diabolic's moral epiphany Seizing wayward destiny Staging a coup in bloodless mutiny …

Ode to food

"The last malai peda, I swear, Until morrow comes, I don't dare" When I close the box and turn away, The sweet voice in it says "Stay" Oh temptation, I see thee, So a temporary distraction I seek, I run to switch on the TV, And gourmet cake stares at me. Now now, I am …