a little romance with life

Postponement The flower bud kept telling the bees Every day To come home tomorrow For soon it would bloom ; I tell the clock and make promises To hours that one day soon I will go on a date with time And do all the things I love to do, It will just be the two of us And I shall be present in whole With my body and soul. But life for now, is a set of tomorrows That my today keeps leaning towards And time keeps slipping Through my busy typing fingers.

 Poor fat pregnant monkey looking for some food Poor fat pregnant monkey needs to now look after two Poor fat pregnant monkey hunts all over the floor Poor fat pregnant monkey finds some but needs a lot more Poor fat pregnant monkey can’t find the father anywhere Poor fat pregnant monkey searches for someone who will care Poor fat pregnant monkey begs and pleads for bread Poor fat pregnant monkey wishes she was dead Poor fat pregnant monkey doesn’t know what to do Poor fat pregnant monkey might as well go blue Poor fat pregnant monkey has no other way out Poor fat pregnant monkey no one listens to her shout Poor fat pregnant monkey quietly begins to steal some grain Poor fat pregnant monkey it helps soothe her pain Poor fat pregnant monkey needs more solids in her tummy Poor fat pregnant monkey is about to become a mummy Poor fat pregnant monkey scares the people away Poor fat pregnant monkey will face the consequences some day Poor fat pregna...

An Ode to Whitey Do you know they’ve started calling you Whitey-bitey these days? Does it seem like there is An invisible collar around your neck now With those words inscribed across, in CAPITALS And everyone can see it, but only you feel it Tighten across your throat every time you jump On a seat to sleep and the people hastily walk Away or scare you with their fancy multi-purpose Umbrellas; do you feel it glue onto your skin Because nobody notices how calm you’ve been Since that incident 3 weeks ago, they still think You’re that scary dog; do you find it hard to breathe When everybody cuddles with pretty Coffee over There and you try to remember what is was like To be scratched beneath your ear; and at nights Do you cry at how suffocated you feel because You have this invisible collar tighten around your neck And do you sometimes get angry and show your Teeth and raise your paws to get rid of it And do people look at you and say- Stay awa...

There was once a very young tree Who had not yet understood How to grow; but he smelled of fresh leaves And the insides of his barks had not yet formed Infinite circles, and the outside felt like He always wanted a hug; There was once a young tree Who was beginning to understand How to grow, and how it tormented his soul For the sky called out to him, and so did The grass, and he wanted to stretch high up And far and wide; but oh, how that hurt. There was once a tree learning how to grow Who kept stretching here and there, and he Always wanted more leaves on his skin To l ook pretty, and deeper roots to never forget Where he came from, and higher branches So that he could spend more time with All the birds he’d admired. There was once a growing tree, who Was so scared of getting old,for he feared he Would no longer be able to do all the things He was was so sure he could; and his leaves would Fall, his branches would grow bald, and ...