Glow Worms

Oft I thought of glow worms 

As tiny drops of stars, 

Making forests perfect 

For night out with friends, 

Later, much later, 

After a heart break,

I shut my windows 

And closed my doors,

Glow worms ,

Then , I , imagined as my lover's messengers,

Carrying sparks in the dark,

Not to light up my mind

But to mock at my solitude.

Television

This big light emitting diode thing 

Displays so many  smiling faces, 

Of carefree children, doting adults, 

Even dancing flowers too,

Sprouting out of green beds,

Switched off , 

The same thing looks the dumbest kind of a furniture at the drawing, 

Kind of a black board with so chalk marks upon it,

Bleak, useless, vacant, purposeless.

The Kitten at the Back Yard

Grown a strange curiosity about that kitten

Which turns up punctually every afternoon

Just when I finish my lunch and put my plate into the sink,

I would find her sitting at the backyard ,

Looking at me at the window staring back at it,

She would look like a tight lipped diplomat,

Stern, insensitive, cunning,

And surprisingly I would surely pick a fish bone

And throw it towards her,

And soon after throwing that to her 

I would ask myself 

' Did not I claim often that I hate her?'