I heard the God laugh

Now
that
you have
got rid of
some worries,
Why don't you
add a few more
to feel worried again?

No,
I'm afraid
if I would find
Some worthwhile worries.

Aint you worry
on that son,
you 'll find them
whenever you want to.

If that's
what you say God,
I can wear a smile
and not worry.

But son,
if the worry
fails to
find you eventually
then don't
wear a frown
and worry again.

I wondered
if I hadn't
worried all this while
on this worthlessly
I would have
got rid of
my Other worries
at least.

Pat,
came His laughter;
I heard the God laugh.

Copyright © 09 Oct 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Pendulum and me

O' God
Why did
the pendulum
mock at me?
Doesnt it swing
under the gravity
like I do
under a woman?
Doesnt it have
a heavy
inverse head
unlike I do?
Or may be
it mocks,
as I have
two eyes,ears
and a nose
with a
straight wise head
to imitate it
flawlessly
and blindly.

Copyright © 01 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Otherwise, it's all very wise

I long perspire,
with an unending desire,
to be a millionaire
with all the pomp and fanfare.

But, isn't it filthy
just getting old and wealthy?

I have a fad to dress fashionable,
low waist jeans of all brand label,
mufflers around the neck
costing a hefty cheque.

But, aren't these external charms
like needless traffic jams?

I love to court a pretty girl,
take her around,
two of us, on a merry-go-round,
with chocolates and flowers
for the love of ours.

But, will we grow older
together,
forever and ever
or never?

On a lighter note,
shamelessly here I quote;

I swear every morning after
to see the sun early,
jog merrily,
and follow it regularly.
Exercising the legs,
bending the backs,
somehow, this idea drags.

I have a yearning to cook,
by hook or crook,
or all by the book.
Thus far, kitchen has been a place
with often eggs on my face.

I religiously plan the night before
to clean the room and wipe the floor,
only I think more and more,
ending up enjoying a long snore.

Thus, I opine
Otherwise, it's all very wise.

Copyright © 02 Aug 2010, by Abhilash Hegde
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Apple crunch

Red ballooned
Of youth;
Grown a bit thick
And of desires.

Of my wet and
snobbish carmine eyes,
I lure to be tasted.

The sharp
shark tooth,
seethes
a goading bite;
In my ruins
I'm salvaged.

I feel now an Apple,
More an Apple
with that crunch,
which made me alive.

Copyright © 08 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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Knocking at heavens door

Come talk to me,
I'm in search
Of those words.

Come hold me,
I'm falling
Beneath myself.

Come walk besides me
I'm in lurch
For a direction.

Come embrace me,
I need the warmth
Of those chilling days.

Come know me,
I can't live
Of a name unknown.

If not,

Come take me,
I'm knocking
At heavens door.

Copyright © 26 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved