Sulh-i-Kul* – for Indians everywhere

SHOES

Daily exercise being the new norm
My shoes were giving way
I popped into the closest sports store
And checked out their huge display

Jeans

Many of you will know what this means
When I say I remember the days of my teens
Wanting to be like James Dean
In a short-sleeved tee & indigo jeans

Those were the days of simple blue
5 pocket denims without much ado
You could run them ragged and threadbare
Scuffs and stains, but never a tear

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H2Ohhhh…

A hot summer day it was
My throat, it was parched
After a brisk evening walk
In search of drinking water I marched

NEVER GOING BACH

Here I was, unwilling, and a complete ignoramus
Wearing a tuxedo and bowtie, kicking up a fuss
Being hauled along to the opera, when I confess
I’d be more at home in T-shirt and shorts at a circus

Blame & Shame

No See, No Hear, No Speak

The tale of the three monkeys for today’s times:

Royally Flushed*

SHRINKING SPACES

Young turks, crass riff raff, a foot in the door and then gradually elbowing their way in. Desperate to control, a sign of the times.

The genteel, old fogies, value systems constrained, constricted and then crowded out, shown the door.

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