Saturday, August 16, 2008

Wet jeans and green salad-II

It began with a burp,

Your eyes noticed the glance

The burp with its tentacles,

Your ears did they carress....

Oh, how you loved my ugliness!!

The saddest piece of show.

And the lampoon of the burp,I realised

It was the wet jeans,

with its wet hands,

with its sooty legs,

with its hairy fangs;

it could have been mine..

My beacon

I have no reason beyond faith,
and faith beyond reason.
To give me the beacon...
Would be to watch in horror
How I gobble it up!!
in muke protest.....
To make you realise that,
a beacon earned is a beacon lost
I will give you mine,
to humbly obey.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

WET JEANS AND GREEN SALAD


My wet jeans
My green salad..
Are mine!!
The ooze
The booze
Are not mine!!
The slut
The pink pussy
Are ours!!