Consonance

I open you and
pick one of the
several seeds inside.
First one rolls.
I bethink of a bygone
memory brushed aside.

By the time the
flavor of the second
fills my heart.
I behold the image
beloved friend
now miles apart.

Midway through the
third, I realize that
my cheeks are drenched.
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched.

Exhausted with the
gush of fervor and remorse,
a sequel of your rhythmic course,
I close you with a sigh.
.
.
My Pod and I.



Golly am amazed at Apple's naming skills ;)

Genesis

Beside you
stood the tomb
painted pearl white,
concealing the
reddish thromb.

I pine for your
ever credible
resurrection.

But you still
appear dormant.
A rejection.

Days pass and you
eventually emerge,
placid and aplomb.

Only a tooth!

Wisdom
still buried deep
inside the catacomb.

Apathy

"Thats it we'll break
up." My mobile beeps
with your message.
I wonder if it were
the beginning of agony
or the end of a rage.

My fingers are numb.
I turn insensitive from
my wrist to thumb.
Still,
"Oh yeah am glad !"
I snap you mum.

Blood travelling through
the seemingly green
veins, I still see.
Not wasting a minute
I grab the remote
and turn off the AC.

Bizzare betrayal

"Not again !", I

hear you screaming.

Still I neglect. My

attitude beaming.

I feel his intense

chill filling my ever

longing lips

He melts in my

warmth and the

pleasure I would 

never skip.

"Enough of it !" I 

hear you whine,

"I will be punished

For no fault of

mine".

My love is blind.

But now I repent in dismay.

I have sinned again for

its you I have betrayed.

"I swear you, my NOSE,

I will recover from the

addiction towards him,

the ICE CREAM, for he

is the cause of your grim"

P.S. My nose suffers from a block every time I eat ice cream :(

Obsolescence

I relish your sad state
sitting by the window seat.
They reckon you are
meeker than a dog
in the street.

"Take me home", you beg
to every one you see.
Yet no one listens
to your egoistic plea.

Long ago you giggled
at their fate.
Now you repent
but it is too late.

Once you made
them cut throats
of innocents to get you
and now they
call you "An
obsolete rupee note"
of no use.

Unsought destiny

I think of the days 
we had spent together
in the penthouse from
where we had touched the
sparrow's feathers.

HE, the devil had 
parted us by force
our life was no more
the way we chose.

One of you was
butchered thrashed 
and crushed
while the other was
heated alive till dead.

Now I will have to 
grow again
and watch my residents
suffer in pain.

They would be crushed
like you to form the flour
and would be heated till
they pop out of the door.

We are destined
to be torn
for we are just 
meek sweet corns.

Survival strategy

You should betray

or bribe to strive.

You need to adapt

so as to survive.

It is mandatory to

fake your profile

for it is futile being 

skilled and agile.

Murder, deceive,

beg, buff and flirt.

These glitters would

cover the filth and dirt.

Darwin's findings 

are now weary.

It is high time we

change the theory.

"The world is 

only for the cunning "

since the fittest are

still running.