Path of Dreams
Month: August 2015
Shit for Tat
Sam remote-beeped his car open while scrolling through his phone. Hearing the beep, a pretty dog – let’s call her She– peeped from underneath the car. As she saw Sam walking up to the car, she came out and waited near the driver’s door. Sam looked up from his phone to realize someone waiting with tilted head, pattering tail, drooling tongue and innocent twinkling eyes. Continue reading “Shit for Tat”
Haiku # 15
The Grown-Ups asked Me,
What I’d Want to Grow Up as?
Child – I said Smiling.
Priceless Irony
Haiku # 14
Sobbing is the Key
For You to Flee, You Would Think.
Oh, Give Me a Break!
Bubbles of Joy
Haiku # 13
Paw- a-Tree, if You
Know how Oddly Dear is Pun,
Like Blue Dove’s High-Coo!
I Don’t Know
I am Not the One to Know it All.
But, I don’t Play a Game.
I don’t Claim to Solve it All.
But, I don’t even Blame.
Let’s make Something Clear, Shall We?
Continue reading “I Don’t Know”
Theory
Haiku # 12
Fifty Years Since We
Fell in Love at the First Sight,
You Still Get Me High.
Politics
A Piece of Peace
The Hearts Break
When Brothers Fight.
The Souls Crack
With Fire in Sight.
Who’d Care for Us
If We would Not?
Blames, Games and Flames
For Whom and For What?
Continue reading “A Piece of Peace”
Jack and Jill # 14
Jill: Which one?
Jack: Any one.
Jill: Come on. At least, suggest.
Jack: Any one. You pick.
Jill: Romantic Comedy?
Jack: Ok.
Jill: Or Action Thriller?
Jack: Ok.
Jill: What Ok? Are you even listening to me?
Jack: Book any movie, sweetie. Whichever you like.
Jill: How come you don’t have any preference for movies?
Jack: Do you think I’m going with you to watch the movie? *winks*
I’m here to Stay
A Matchless Class is Me,
I ain’t a Piece of Cake.
I can See Your Mask
And Whatever You Fake.
Well known to Me are
Your Plots and You Ploys.
I Can as well See Through
The Devils in Your Toys.
Continue reading “I’m here to Stay”
Haiku # 11
I’m Cool when You Fume.
For I Know, All it Takes is
A Red Heart Balloon!
Bits of Us
“Good morning, sweetheart. Happy Anniversary.” she said hugging him from behind, leaning onto him.
“Anniversary?” he looked up from the newspaper.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” her smile narrowed and so did her eyebrows.
“Our anniversary is not until next two months, honey.” He was ultra-cautious of remembering their marriage anniversary ever since he forgot it once and paid the price.
“Today is our First-Date anniversary.” She said.
It was ironic how what she nursed in obvious ways, he thought of as something obviously not to care for.
She fumed to the kitchen. Continue reading “Bits of Us”
Haiku # 10
Before Tables Turn,
You Must Know, You’re Not a Dog.
Nor am I a Pole.
Loneliness
Friendzone
My Ways to Woo You,
My Tricks to Cue You,
All seemed to be Serving
To the Best of their Skills.
As You’d often Float a Smile
Awing enough to Kill.
Continue reading “Friendzone”
Beyond
