Reflection
What a projection,
Of the retrospection,
Of all the collection,
My reflection.
There is no impression,
Without your discretion,
All the suggestions,
Stamped with expressions.
Everything in my arena,
Caught on your camera,
No hidden agenda,
Everything on the antenna.
You know how I dwell,
Even in my shell,
I cannot quell,
You even in my death knell.
A love story
Years rolled by in unison and we stand by our vows …- till death do us apart. A journey through our awkward teens, vibrant youth and proud parenthood; while growing old together. It started with courting & frolicking, marrying & multiplying, children & grandchildren and paces now in senility. With age and ailments, failing health and fragility and a crumbling memory. A steadfastness still remains of a love story; craving to be tied to timeless togetherness.
Lingering Lockdown
In my hometown,
They announced a lockdown,
With no countdown,
To take care of the rundown,
All because of corona touchdown.
We all went facedown,
To avoid a meltdown,
To let it slowdown,
But it went uptown, midtown and downtown,
Taking no knockdown.
We may be lowdown,
But there is no letdown,
Until we make you comedown,
For a crackdown,
And would that be a final shootdown!