February 25th, 12:03am 1 comment

The Search

I looked for my underwear, high and low,
A piece of clothing, to wear below;
Even as I stood there –detesting! –standing in the nude,
I failed to find the undergarment to which I allude!

I looked here, I searched yonder,
I inspected the clothes kept to a-launder;
I groped hither, I explored thither
-‘Where art my briefs?! Or have they gone a-wither?!’ 

With closet doors pulled open wide,
‘Succeed I must! ’, did I decide;

Rummaging through belongings, pulling out clothes,
Finding, among other things, moth balls and sticky notes.

‘Where might they have gone?’ I cerebrated,
With my honour on the verge of being desecrated;
While my veins throbbed, distended with panicky blood,
A million thoughts did my encephalon a-flood.

With modesty compromised and nothing to wear,
I cried out in frustration –sheer despair:

‘Whom did I wrong, where have I sinned,
What misdemeanour has I, to my name a-pinned?’ 

Sat I brooding under the shadow of shame,
Overwhelmed by the numbness of emotion that came;
Overhead did dark clouds of embarrassment loom,
As I lay vanquished, in my endeavour to find that costume.

Even as I lay struggling, writhing amidst turmoil,
Denigrating the circumstances, to which fate had played foil,
Out of the corner of my iris I happened to spy –
‘Oh, my! ...Is it true? …Can I believe my eye?’

There, in the corner of my dog’s kennel,
Wide-eyed, I ogled au view novel;
 
A white piece of fabric, with only corner jutting out,
‘So this is where my underpants have established their hideout.

Further examination revealed the entire stash,
Among the pilfered stuff was, ‘…a tray of cigarette ash?!’
And horded in a corner, lay my underwear in a small heap,
With Tootsie, sprawled upon it, fast asleep.

What’s up with this mongrel of complexion so wheatish?
Of all things to have …an ‘underwear’ fetish?
Reason eludes me to explain this conniving rogue
Maybe in ‘Doggy land’, such is the practice in vogue.

I shook awake the beast canine,
And appropriated what was rightfully mine;
A mystery it remains, how he managed to get it all there,
But ecstatic with joy I exclaimed, ‘Oh, what do I care!
 
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June 25th, 9:26pm 2 comments

And I heard the ocean smile...

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I sat on the rocks and stared,
Out into the ocean blue;
Behind me lay a bustling city,
In front, a pristine view.

As I sat and contemplated life,
Of the unfair hand fate had dealt;
And all those unending years of sorrow,
At last into tears did melt.

With scathed heart and bruised feelings,
And no one to share my hurt;
The stoic demeanour finally shattered,
My bleeding wound lay unearthed.

I cried as a man, wept as child,
Till all tear had run dry;
Poured out my heart to the kind ocean,
And she listened with neither word nor sigh.

Vent I did my anger, weep out the pain,
Let flow my grief like incessant rain;
Opened I to the ocean, held I not back,
Like child to mother- unashamed, unabashed.

The ocean is impartial, her waves never unfair,
She doth not favour able seaman and try careless heir;
With same carefree abandon doth she flow the world over,
In calm floats even little boat, in fury sinks even mighty ocean liner.

And with same equanimity did she- the ocean,
Serene, uninterrupting -hear me out;
Uncomplaining did she give me audience,
As I gave cry, whimper, moan and then some shout;

And when words finally did cease,
Silence hung heavy in the air tranquil;
And in that moment of peace,
I heard the ocean smile!

Then I knew my worries were swallowed,
By the ocean in her deep blue waters;
And with light heart and spring in step,
I set out to meet life with new found zest.

Of beautiful life with wondrous sights to see,
Just set out had I on my journey of many a mile;
Renewed, reborn, resurrected into new being-
I had heard the beautiful ocean smile...

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