What is there in a hug? A simple uncomplicated hug A token of affection Not an act of charity Nor asking for charity either Just a gesture of love between friends No implications, no expectations Why does a hug feel so heavy? Feel misplaced and rushed on your shoulders Like it was just a pat on my back instead And I am left, a patronised stranger When I could have been your friend.
Curly sorts Wavy sorts Straight as the needle pine sorts Auburns that catch the sun Starless nights rolled in a bun Bashful greys and bold greys Coffee browns in disarray Knockout fluorescent blues Ever eager to amuse The purples and the pinks Make statements and winks Lo be wary of the tangled ones With horrid tales of hands undone venturing too far in the wild Never to return again. â % &
holes carry holes that carry holes spacious, airy, squeezable, a pliant absorber, eager to be soused, saturated, with all things discarded hidden up-close in the nook of those pores interspersed with bits of slime and soap are baggage treasures- yesterday's spinach curry the day before's strawberry squash and a trace of last month's special cheese crustâ % &
Mishra Ji coughed under his breath in such a low baritone that it sounded like an alarm and all eyes immediately aligned towards him like magnets.
"Friends..," He said, still comfortably seated on his plush chair which was strikingly grander and larger than the rest of the chairs at the round table.