A final phweet

The tweets from toilets were stopped,
The bully pulpit slipped away,
The swamp did not get drained, prisons did,
A final executive order revoked an earlier one,
Opening the flood gate to refill the swamp again,
Pardoned cronies will need a job,
What’s better for the alligators than the swamps of Washington,
After all the conman needs money to live his lifestyle,
Airforce One not his private jet any more,
His name in the dump, he schemes for a resurrection.

And a faded sunset beckons, hinting
A tarnished legacy,
Humiliation and oblivion.

Five Years Old Today

I can assure you that when I got up today morning, I had no intention of writing this post. Forget the morning, even ten minutes back I had no inclination that this post was brewing. I was happily preparing my lunch, boiling lentils for the ubiquitous daal, staple of many Indian households for lunch and dinner, when suddenly popped up this announcement on my cell phone. Thank whoever is up there that my betterhalf did not see the announcement first. She would not have had the patience to scroll down and would have shot first. No, not with a gun, we don’t own one, but I dread more the treatment that would have been meted out more than the gun shot that I  am sure she would have missed.

To cut to the chase, I am five years old today. No, not in physical age, I don’t even remember being thtyat old any more. I am five years old by WordPress calender and that’s the anniversary note that popped up on my phone just few minutes back.

And what a wonderful five years it had been. Brought to social media kicking and screaming, I now relish the wonderful friends I have met across all the continents of the world except Antarctica. I have not met any of them physically yet but many of those friendships I cherish. They make life worthwhile through their writings and comments.

So without much ado, and before my dall boils over(and to spare myself from a tongue lashing), here is to friendship and a long, fruitful journey together in the world of writing in WordPress.

Uncomfortable

In search of a comfortable place

To seat and write my masterpiece,

I forgot my pen and paper,

And carried the words in my heart,

That made me very uncomfortable,

Ah, when you need your cell phone the most,

Why is it always out of charge,

And now that it is fully charged and rearing to go,

The words have left my memory bank,

(did I say I was getting old),

So now I am sitting comfortably,

And spewing out rubbish to make you uncomfortable,

(like the one tweeting every morning from his toilet seat).

Irreverrent Thoughts

I doubted thee,
why everything in pairs,
thought spectacles
were invented
because of two ears.
now I know,
two ears are there
to wear the mask.
so covid-19 was
in your plan before?
will never doubt thee,
now if you tell me,
what else are in store?
some would say
I’m irreverent,but
I know you know,
my tongue in cheek
does make sense, now
I scratch my head,
why only
one tongue though?

Friday Babble

The internet medical sites have produced a group of self taught medical experts with little knowledge that is a dangerous thing for their spouses forced to bear the brunt of that faulty education creating a deep divide in society between the hypochondriacs and the others driven to near insanity by the well meant incomplete information.

How Here has changed

Here,

Like the “buck stops here“,

Does not mean the same anymore.

Oh, how the world has changed!

And some will make us believe,

With that,

Has changed the English language.

Now Here does not mean here,

But means everywhere except Here.

And in the process

If a few bucks changes hands,

Sorry, I mean pockets,

More power to those conversant

In the art of the deal,

Unless you do not know.

Or as someone would say,

That’s the story of life, folks.

Now where was I?

Not here I suppose.

A small price to pay

A tongue in cheek look at the fear spread by COVID-19. No intention of hurting anyone’s sensitivity.,🙏

My nose twist and tinge

But I am afraid

To sneeze

What will people say

I squirm

Shift my weight

From one leg to the other

A dead silence

All around me

The circle of

Social distance enlarge

See few people with

Phones to their ears

Somewhere in the distance

Wails an ambulance siren

The thought of being

Quarantined

Races through my

Distressed mind

I try to shout

Guys, I am all right

But fear dries my throat

I feel a cough

Coming up my esophagus

Esophagus, is that right

But who cares

As I fight valiantly

To suppress my cough

My body reacts

A bodily function

So innocuous

Comes to my rescue

With a sound thunderous

An act performed in public

That would have mortified

Even the bravest soul

Brought a sigh of relief

To everyone all around

And I moved on

Thankful to the

Fabulous Air Recirculating Technique

That my body performed

Banishing the fear

Of imminent infection

Of Corona virus

From one and all

Relieved, everyone on

His or her way

The malodorous smell

A small price to pay

Busy

I keep myself busy

To find answer to the puzzle

Why do we need to

Keep ourselves busy.

And for that matter

People call me lazy,

Their logic, I found very fuzzy.

Or they must have a life very easy.

While they sweat running in circles,

And jump into their cars

To sit in traffic that’s quite busy,

I scratch my head to think

Why solving pollution is not easy.

I call my friend to discuss the issue,

But the line is always busy.

Get an instant message back,

Very, very busy,

Send me a text, will respond,

When find some time

From a schedule quite busy.

Answering thousands of social media messages,

It’s not very easy,

Of late, social media keeps

Everyone very busy.

Being social,

It’s a life not very easy.

Lost my chain of thoughts,

Brain must have been quite busy,

How to keep safe from Corona virus

It’s a task not that easy.