Two clocks in my room
give each other company.
Each one's tick close on the
heels of the other.
Cluck.Click.Cluck.Click.Cluck.Click...
Each one's voice sure, distinct
but I can hear them only as a cluclick-
Like mom and dad have merged
into dear parents.

I wonder: With whom shall I Click!?

Basics

The sharp taste of curd and pickle
remind life's simplicity.
All I find essential is someone
at home awaiting me.
All full day's work to keep sanity,
Elayaraja and Bach to
iron out incongruities.

Runner's High

Lungs cry out for breatherspace,
My limb are a spent force.
In the funnel of a consciousness
that is left amidst a beat-up heart
and beaten spirit,

the chatter of the birds
and the orange orb of a sun
filter through as godsent
gifts.

Method Acting (Reply to Jayendran's)

The duck that wants to play an 0yster.
Let God help it rummage the hurts
and joys of its past
and select those shining drops
that shall crystallise as pearls.