random muses

If my words I could pen:

Cocooned in a Den,

Scribbled would I ...what?

for my mind he does thwart..

blessed is my wanton heart:

Tarries when I say Sart!!

wanton acts...do not sway...

Let me stray !!

His RED Pajamas

on a bright Tuesday morning
Sipping tea..
From my terrace i see
An octagenarian in his Red pajamas
bald spate!!

I smiled...
Red at Eighty

He brought his paper and bread!
crossed the road..and was dead..
a speeding truck did it!!

there he lay:
in his free-flowing Red
Him and his Red Pajamas