Pro Bro

It's strange to know that you are not here,

No source of constant blab is near.

No questions, no requests for advice,

No justified replies for something not nice.

And the moment you see your parents' daughter,

No questions about Harry Potter!

About flying brooms, magic sticks,

Harry, Voldy, or Bellatrix!

No annoyance, no frustration,

No more fights, no irritations.

All is calm, yet not quite a joy,

For what's there to do without you, boy?

No one to fight with, no one to tease,

No questions to answer, when we both make peace!

No chatter or laughter, anymore...

Without you bro, it's quite a bore!

Yet it's something, that I'll never admit –

That I miss you, uh! I sound like a twit!

So I'll mask my joy with a face of sorrow,

When you return home, day after tomorrow! 

MONKEY BUSINESS

My mum was cooking, holding a pan,

And a hard ladle in her hand,

Just as the batter was becoming nice and fine,

My mum felt a chill go down her spine…

She felt like James Bond, she felt like a spy,

Discovered by the enemy’s watchful eye….

Slowly, by instinct, she turned around,

And caught the gaze of a creature, furry and brown.

At first she didn’t know what to think,

She rubbed her eyes, gave a blink,

Then she realized the situation wasn’t funky,

Sitting near the kitchen window was a monkey!

She shook her ladle, gave a heart-stopping scream,

Shaking her daughter out of a sweet daydream.

But the monkey did nothing but sit and stare,

While my mum responded with a ‘monkey, beware!’

 It took its own time, waddled over to the bottles,

And what it picked up, made us all chortle –

It was an empty peanut butter jar, with nothing to hide –

Yet the monkey tried to open it, to see if something was inside,

My mum tried to appear as a large scary threat,

But the monkey did nothing, the monkey didn’t fret.

And let me tell you, the monkey must love bread,

For it chose another bottle – this one of cheese spread.

My mum had had enough, she couldn’t take anymore –

She made her way, and opened the kitchen door.

‘Hyash! Hyash!’ She screamed and she shouted,

Now the monkey was startled a little, undoubted.

My mother shrieked in Monkenese, ‘DON’T YOU DARE COME HERE!’

The creature gave one frightful look, and then it disappeared.   

Happy Diwali!!

Upon the red stone floor I lie,

Watching marshmellowy clouds pass by,

Thinking of how, in the night,

The sky will remain just as bright.

Not becuase of the Sun, which lights up our world,

But because of US, normal boys and girls!

In the evenings we'll rush with matchsticks in our hands,

To turn this ordinary place into a fiery land!

With sparklers, and chakras, and flowerpots...

Enjoying whichever crackers we've got!

With friends and family, we'll admire,

The sky alight with colourful fire.

BOOM! BAM! The bombs will burst,

100! 1000! They'll keep getting worse,

But even THEY cannot scare us away from this place,

Even THEY cannot wipe the smiles off our face!

For this is the festival of lights, time of flaming glory -

Behind these moments, there's many a story!

All of them talk of change, a mass upheaval -

The world will be saved, good wins over evil.

Gods and Goddesses descend upon Earth,

In magnificent form, all of them take birth!

Bringing about miracles, just as a child -

They'll save Mother Earth from demons so wild!

And they'll defeat these monsters, with power and magic,

And this will avoid events which could've turned tragic.

All these tales come back to us today,

And we celebrate these triumphs in the above-mentioned way.

To scare off the danger, around us which lurks,

We burst and enjoy many fireworks!

And I'm so glad, it's come! I'm so glad it's here!

Diwali: My favourite festival of the year!

'Lah' at first sight

Only large dustbins have trash,
The Metro flits by in a flash,
Many apartments - house on house,
With no stray dogs and no stray cows,
But prowls and moos will be heard by you,
At the famous city zoo,
And the night safari, just next door,
Will leave you darkness to explore,
But it won't scare you in the least,
Wait....was that a beauty or a beast?
And while all restaurants do look good,
It's hard to get just veggie food,
But what they do have is nice,
Sweet and sour with a little spice,
And I can guarantee a moody sky,
Once a day the clouds will cry,
It falls uniform - straight and neat,
The drops themselves are sticky sweet,
Intense penalties will make sure,
All the people feel secure,
With the folks themselves, its fun to be friends,
They'll give you directions till no end,
But they don't say "yaar" and they don't say "da",
They have their own version and that is "lah",
And as much as the city's clean,
It does its best to stay very green,
All these things and so much more....
Make you fall in love with Singapore.

On a sugar overload

“OK, my daughter’s lost it”

My mom rolled her eyes and said,

“All the sugar that she’s eaten,

Has gone into her head”

“Let me tell you now,

Expect the unexpected,

There’s no telling what she’ll do,

This is hyper-ness perfected.”

“She may start to sing,

In odd voices of all sorts,

Or start to jump around,

Like a kangaroo grown short.”

“She could become a timid

Bunny who likes to bounce,

Or a fearsome puma,

Who on her prey she’ll pounce,

Sadly that is my husband,

And this goes unannounced!”

“And let us not forget,

There is always that chance,

She may think herself as a diva,

And she may start to dance.”

“She may become a gangsta,

She may start to rap,

But we would never get it,

There’s a big generation gap.”

“She could become a witch,

A part of Harry Potter,

Or a powerful demi-god,

Lord Apollo’s daughter!”

“But most likely, she will hear my words,

And then she’ll shout ‘I’ll show’em!’

She’ll grab a pencil, grab a paper,

And pen this silly poem!”

Thanks...

I often like seeing my audience and I marvel at the fact so many read my blog. Thanks so much!!! It really brightens my day! And what's more is that I have readers from all over the world, due to my mom's many friends on Facbook. However, recently we have noticed that there are some readers from Russia, and that's curious as none of us know anybody from over there.

Could you please let me know who you are?

And anyways, thank you all...!!!

Mosquitoes

All of man has one common foe -
And that is the horrifying mosquito
They suck blood, they're fast, they're black,
And size is what they really lack.
But that's the way they want to be,
They'll suck your blood when you can't see.
You'll happily be dancing into the night,
They'll sneak up on you and take a bite.
Or you'll be studying hard with all your books,
And they'll steal your blood, and you won't even look.
Preposterous creatures,
With unpleasant features,
Who can leave red bumps in all sorts of places,
Ruining the most beautiful faces.
This continues to happen all the time,
Shouldn't they be punishable for their crime?
Sometimes we get lucky when we swat -
We hit them right square, and leave them to rot.
But sometimes (most times) they escape, which is plain unfair -
But all I can say is: Near mosquitoes, one must BEWARE.