City Soot, Grime n Gritty,
But flowers r so pretty,
Sitting in a Chinese jar,
Decorating a Chinese bar.

One is rigid as metal,
Other is soft and subtle,
The fish in my dream,
Jumped and changed stream.

There was an opportunity,
So ran, ran the little donkey,
But hemmed it was by the picket fence,
Past, present and future tense

To a temple went Lord Kashyap,
On bent knee to worship,
There a fortune leaf he picks,
And there he lit four incense sticks,

What is life but a climby climb,
Be it summer, winter or rainy clime,
But after a lengthy, strenuous climb,
Comes the restful fallow time.

A train station far, far away,
I saw two strangers dance and sway,
I dont know why, I dont know who,
But I was captivated by these two.

Tut, tu, too, too, too, tu, tu,
He listened to his favorite toon,
Head swayed among pleasure waves,
Like rich, rhythmic ocean waves

Late at night,
Thoughts on flight,
Tangled cobweb they seem to make
Meshing doubts, questions and mistakes.

Alone he tackles tangled code,
Edit, compile, update, reload,
Semaphores, sockets, stack error,
Fall by the brave code warrior.

It's exotic,
A tad erotic,
Dressed to kill,
A fashion mill

What did I dream?
A wavy dream.
With flowers three.
Worry me free.

Coo, coo the peacock cooed,
The king majestic he cooed and stood,
Laden with emeralds and pearls,
Mightly ruler of dukes and earls.

A dark nights echo,
Skimmed lithe gecko,
Armor of gold,
Spider fish mold.

On my LuLa table top,
Is this lovely flowerpot,
Of Lightning, Echo and Thunder,
Whose gift, I wonder!

Rather a piece of bread with a happy heart than wealth with grief.

A beauty, babe, lass,
With a touch of class,
A glance and touch up,
Lipstick and make up.

Peppy, poppy, musical din,
Stretched metal and leathery tin.
Tum Te Dum, Tum de Drum,
Ale, Scotch and a peg of Rum.

Nature puts its secrets in the weakest.

A wise man will not be burnt twice.

A mosquito can make the lion's eye bleed.