some triplets

End devours

Table laid with values

Saliva begins

Black and white

On crossroads stop and go

Unwritten looks

Queue cumbersome..

Waiting to be digested

Grinding sounds of thoughts

Words sing litter

Sound look different

Penned reams of paper

Grandma’s pickles

Sunning on the terrace

Eyes water the tongue

Old homes in towns

Full only with parents

Children come in time

Crow craps on a head

With knots of thoughts now cleared
Handkerchief doctors

Party going on

Songs chandeliers switch off
Happy New Year

On deadline weak steps

Safety and security
Painter paints to sell

Sun in the morn

Poach on the hot table
Give a slight kick-start