An ophidian day wrung from a tigrine night,
Drip- drop....drips, on the platform of moonlight--
Spelt across my limbs-- oh, so tight
Irrational like a lupine fight.

The lutrine agility in the sparkling stream,
The talpine courage, the pardine dream
The ursine thirst for honey and spleen
Supersaturated on the ribs of the marine!

Stop pulling me into this equine race--
The canine drooling, the feline grace
Gnawing ants eat into my face
Yet I feel no-thing, no craving, no trace!

The vulpine snide, the capric grin
The ovine obedience that bites my shin
Stop drawing me into this cervine kiln,
C'est la vie for you....so lets begin!!



*ADJECTIVES USED:
ophidian- snake-like      tigrine- tiger-like           lupine- wolf-like      lutrine- otter-like
talpine- mole-like          pardine- leopard-like     ursine- bear-like       equine-horse-like
vulpine- fox-like           capric- goat-like             ovine- sheep-like      cervine- deer-like

C' est la vie- That's life
PHOTO- Original Dali

F(oe)ATAL

You did- you did- you did
And you did, what you do some more
I wish you didn't, you didn’t do, you didn’t
I'd want you not to do it for sure!



I am not you, I never wanted to be
No, never, not, no, none
Everyone learns from You what to do
I learnt what's not to be done!!

I try to impress, satiate and gratify
But you tick me off like a bomb on the run-
In the arms of the storm I throw myself
The ending has just begun.


I am not you, I never will be
No, never, not, no, none
Everyone learns from to You what do
I learnt what's not to be done!!

(NOT) MY BROWN-EYED BOY....

The brown-eyed boy who had colours rolled up in his sleeve
Told me to plunge in the sand and shuffle my black & grey dreams

It scared me to hold his foreign hands in gloves
And now it pricks like the Albatross!

I foresaw the tomorrow that was not to be
Clutched and clung on to the rusty leaves.
He spread his arms across the starry sky
And coloured it with the promise of a good-bye
Perfumed it with chocolaty spices and the dreary sun
And held my hand through the deeds undone!

It isn’t enough to just hug and hide
Lost in the embrace of the warmth that’s wild
Fragrance exudes on my chin, my pride
Am I using you to forget what wasn’t mine?

I want to hold on, I want to let go
I am waiting for the blackened snow
To turn me into someone I’m not
Or give me some wings to fly—
With the tears that I fought!!