I think I have made up the buffaloes here. I feel their absence so much. You want to make your tranquil morning scenes cloyingly beautiful? You represent.

Fun news in short verse. They have found just a hundred cods left in the North Sea. They have searched the deep seas below,. Found a hundred cods left in the North Sea . The count cannot be all that wrong surely. By ten deep sea divers on ten fingers ,you see. They take no chances with their headlines. And rely on own fingers for tens and nines. Tagged humor in news headlines.

Night of the Scorpion A poem By Nissim Ezekiel. I remember the night my mother. Was stung by a scorpion. Of steady rain had driven him. To crawl beneath a sack of rice. He risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies. And buzzed the name of God a hundred times. To paralyse the Evil One.

The seven poems here are collected from the 17 typed manuscript pages brought to the home of the poet Perla Rezait in 1971, a year before her death. What does one make of it? There is death-like passivity in the entire activity of stringing together the seventeen poems as. To the poet Perla Rozait a year before her death.

Making friends in the park. The other day ,as I entered the park gate for my morning walk I suddenly noticed that I had unconsciously turned left to make the usual rounds in the track . I wondered why I unconsciously chose to walk clockwise in the oval shaped jogging track. I found everybody else did the same thing. I therefore made a conscious decision that I would change my routine for a day and walk counterclockwise. Turn out to be my acquaintances.

Swife is an older version of wife whose red spots have matured to turn senior citizens. The mischievous anti-bodies responsible for their outbreak are now more calculated in their approach. They appear entirely impervious to our assaults by way of immunoglobulin therapy. The man with a red dot looks down his eyes.

Three men on the steps. But what is the beauty of the angle? Three men on the steps. Cities die regularly from suns. When suns go red in the face. As cities grow dark and dense,. On steps are found three men. Awaiting a Leica to hide them. In shadows, away from cities. Reference is to a classic photograph of Three Men on Steps by the Seine by Ilse Bing. Posted in ilse bing photography. Three men on the steps.

By the sweat of his brow. Making light of serious stuff. A poem a day by A. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Dad would rather not part with. His daughter into her marriage,. Spinster daughter,not a virgin. Her marriage is not important . Daugher is ,for doddering dad. Concerned about his hard shit. Everything goes down to shit.

Images that capture an experience or a mood or tell a story. Tourists watching the fountains near Burn Khalifa tower. Pilgrims in Tirumala at a sacred mountain stream. Visitors to the Bhojpur temple.

And he looked at his wife, not with a smile now, but with hatred. She glanced at him too, and also with hatred and anger. She knew who would be the first to try and grab her winnings.