To E…….

I cannot climb the Matterhorn again My heart is no Whymper now. My wounded heart Recovered on time to bite an apple with my own teeth. And she keeps the doctor away. And she reads Heidi as she goes to bed And tells me she wants to see where the Shephard girl Grew, the land…

Chilies

Little green fingers, not chipotle or jalapeno Just one name “Chilies”, an oxymoron of sorts They can be found in cucumber and tomato salads As chopped or sliced green wonders Or near a basket of pappadam, where darkened red Crackers can be seen embellishing the culinary full moons They only accessorize without holding center stage…

Friendship

We are all fools who grow old and senile Inside cyber houses with a name and a face We are “like”-minded creatures who practice Liking without an ounce of love in us “Like” is a profile picture on that piece of land A popularity stake we all love and cherish Happiness is the only glue…