Ouch!

Love the way he cycles for hours,
In between the chats and giggles.
My heart falls on my feet often,
When he vanishes round the corner.

Exhausted, I fall on the big bed,
Aah ! I shout as Legos are there.
Wake up suffocated at night,
To find him sleeping on my chest.

Long to see him wake up smiling,
Find myself lonely if out of sight.
Though his tantrums are aloud,
I rather prefer them to his silence.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Night Owl

As I close my eyes yawning loudly,
All the black memories stand in queue,
As if I wanted to remember one by one,
Standing in a perfect line, moving slowly.

Switched on my mobile to watch a movie,
All I seem to watch is horror and suspense,
In the midst of a horrible murder scene,
The night watchman blew his whistle.

Shaken from head to toe, I cursed him,
For he may be scared of the dark,
And blows the whistle as a warning,
For the thieves to be careful!

Kavitha Patchamalai

Lazy Devil

Hit the gym last week happily,
Worked out with determination,
End of the week, the devil appeared-
Out of the blue, tempting me to quit.

Muscles cramped, legs wobbly,
I took an oath not to quit easily,
As I recollected a slender one,
In front of the mirror exercising!

The lazy devil vanished suddenly,
As I got up to go to the gym,
Sneezed several times breathlessly,
The devil then asked me to rest.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Right Path

She reads others’ mind with ease,
Doesn’t get fooled as expected,
Gives back with no hesitation,
Smilingly brings down the wile.

The costly price for being honest,
Is to be an outsider or an outcast,
Expressing the truth to the world,
That is too corrupt to stand her.

She took the absolute right path,
Staying away from the nonsense,
That will crush her right soul,
No matter whoever objected!

Kavitha Patchamalai

First Move

I interviewed him a year back,
Rejected him and moved forward,
As I forget even my neighbours,
Who has nothing to do with me.

Pinged me out of the blue,
Introduced himself politely,
Pleaded for my reference,
Guided him with some contacts.

Thanked me humbly as expected,
Then he said that I am pretty,
Which I already know for sure,
Laughed out loud and bid adieu!

Kavitha Patchamalai

Old Wine

She stares at his weak stature often,

Truly saddened to see his wrinkles,

Once dark and curly hair is grey,

His anxious mind is dark sometimes!

Growing old is cruel for others,

As it’s like watching leaves wither,

Fall to rot, disappearing forever,

With no trace of existence!

Though she forgets, her mind warns,

But her heart refuses and wants,

More time for him, for her sake,

As a father is much dear to her!

Kavitha Patchamalai

Bruised

Kept hearing kittens scream,
Thought was a normal fight,
But heard a cat went crazy,
Loosing her kittens to a monster.

Saw a hurt kitten on my gate,
Tired with bruises on his back,
Limped his way to me in pain,
Offered him a piece of cake.

Shocked to see his grit to live
A poor little soft creature is he!
He felt very safe in my garage,
As he is not scared anymore!

Kavitha Patchamalai