There was a group of both genders.
Where there were many rule benders.
But one fine morning,
There was a warning,
Copy pasters will be declared offenders.
There was once a loving bear,
Who I thought always did care.
Suddenly he vanished,
Leaving me astonished
And hasn’t been there for long to share.
Trying to write a limerick,
Has given me such a kick.
But having tried all day,
This is what I offer today.
My wounded pride, in privacy will I lick.
The reunion party was in a groove,
The erstwhile hunk made his move.
‘I always liked you’, he murmured.
‘Why not then?’ the damsel purred,
‘I was shy’, he said, ‘You should have made the first move.’
Once there was a student
Who was not so prudent.
Instigated his class,
To bunk en masse.
He was removed from school for permanent.
I had a comely new neighbour
Whom my heart had started to favour.
But it broke my heart,
When I saw that tart,
Cootchie-cooing with my wife’s dashing devar.
When I was young, I wanted to grow up fast,
In my youth, I wanted it to last.
Now in middle age
Don’t look forward to old age
Is there a rewind button to take one to past?
The young lothario looked forward to the rendezvous.
In style, the damsel he wanted to woo.
Her father got to know,
Instead he decided to go.
Alas! Our dear dashing lothario met his waterloo!
The ties that bind and gag but flourish
Supposed to feed the soul and nourish
Oh! how they gag
Treat you like a rag
But on breaking such ties you will perish.
There is always a power tussle in Delhi
Heated debates are conducted on telly
Kejriwal always cries, “Foul!”
BJP, Cong laugh cheek by jowl
While the residents of Delhi suffer from telly- belly!
From Bengaluru to Gurugram, cities are in a jam,
Heavens showered but governments did ham.
The citizens are boating in cars,
The civic agencies engage in wordwars,
India is on forward march, citizens suffer, who gives a damn?
Not everyone enjoys pointless rhyming,
Some may fume while some maybe jiving!
But to thrust it forth
Every second day and fourth,
Has everyone sigh, ‘Here’s another one coming.’
There was once a disgruntled person,
Who accused one and all of treason.
He continued relentless,
His vitriol pointless,
Everyone shunned his blinkered vision.
It is that time to turn patriotic for one day,
Wearing misplaced nationalism on the sleeve is the way!
70th year and we are in shambles,
Our country in apathy rambles,
Let the goons crying empty slogans have a field day.
Packaging and marketing is the order of the day,
Are girls getting protection as was wont on this day?
Gifts are given,
Money is taken,
The string has lost sanctity and mere tokenism is its mainstay.
We talk of rich culture and kill the girl child.
We take pride in being billion plus but fail on all sides.
The fast food brigade,
The podium serenade.
We are busy praying to a million gods to be on our side.
Shhh… don’t denigrate this great country!
It’s the conspiracy of the western gentry.
We gave the world the zero,
But we are a zero!
The rest of the world is to be blamed, they are guilty!
Love bite by a pesky intruder
Has me in thrall like a sorcerer.
With feverishness I shake
My poor joints ache
It feels like I have been run over by a steamroller.
The very same pesky, biting pest
Has forced me to take bed rest
Platelets are down
With eye pain I drown
Use of mosquito net, like in childhood, would have been best.
They thought they would connect over a cup of tea.
But conversation between them moved haltingly.
Being together in school,
Doesn’t make friendship cool.
You have to have a connect to maintain continuity.
In school they hardly knew each other,
When they met, it was fun altogether.
There are times like this,
When nothing is amiss.
You reconnect with mates without any awkwardness whatsoever.
Proud death unleashes its tyranny,
Taking life to prove its villainy.
It cannot be defeated,
But surely be cheated.
If one enjoys to hilt life’s symphony.
Too short, too short says everyone,
Too many battles we take to be won.
Forget about winning,
And stop whining.
Take it easy and and you hit a home run.
We are welcoming back into the group our friend Venu,
He will now have a bone to pick with him, her, me and you.
He was away for long,
There was no one to tease along.
There will now be lot of back and forth, please keep checking this venue.
There was once a man enamoured by his neighbour,
Sharing with us, his and her antics forever.
Methinks her existence is a suspect,
But we have to give credit in one respect,
Her constant mention here, with a lot of us, finds favour.