Poetry Of Shorts

Spring time

It is springtime

Words after words fall from the mind tree

A carpet of verse on the ground.

Verse a day

Verse a day keeps going my verve

By prose or poetry to you I serve

Don’t feel obliged to read and like

Like the sun shining bright, I do what feels right.

A Sip or Read by the Lip

Like the Johnny walker who keeps walking

As a budding writer I keep writing

A drink or two will give you a high

A verse or two will make you sigh

A sip or read by the lip, same effect, that is my tip.

 

Rolling stone collects Moss

My imagination runs wild

Sometimes in the city or country side

Unlike the rolling stone it gathers a lot of moss

Renders into words and verses that are not dross

Green Diwali

Green Diwali

An explosion of words in the mind

Eco-friendly

Road less travelled

Two roads branched left and right

I took the one less travelled

It led me to a wrong destiny.

A Toss

Heads I win I said

I didn’t head his warning

Headed wrongly, I am now mourning