Kannaadi

I am having a problem.
I have a problem with my spectacles.
I have spectacles of multiple colours.
It's the  trendy and crazy luxury I have.
I try them from each on Monday to Friday.
Nothing suits my looks, just an Irony.
My mirror speaks the truth, I guarantee.
Both the spectacle and the mirror,oh
They are the same ''kannaadi'' for me.
One makes me see myself,
Other makes me see others,as
They see me sometimes.
I just have different frames, just specified.
All frames has the same power, I specify.
Just like my views to be framed,
All views show the egoistic me more,
That I lost vision on others.
Please give me another spectacle.
I need to try one after another.
I have a problem with my spectacles.
Complained the egoistic me.

My perfect Black Coffee

My Perfect Black Coffee


One more cube of sugar,
I don't like it perfect.
Stir and stir, all you need.
Hotpot water,warm it is.
Fresh aroma,it's coffee.
Powdered just to melt in warm.

Creamy,Tasty, Milk do claim.
I can do it without Milk.
Awake with Bitter Black Coffee.
It's black yet the perfect one.
One more cube of sugar,
That's my perfect Black coffee.

Let's start it with a new Good morning

Good morning


Fresh as a dew,
Here I begin my
New good morning.
First I do ,is
To surprise myself.
Close my mind to what the
Million mouths would say.
As a dew,bright in light,
Own your transparency,
You just have this morning.
What you are ,makes you
Great. Do you believe?
Ask just once to get mirrored.
Pointing fingers,frowning eyes,
Let them down ,with attitude.

Yesterday my life so driven,
Tired, Timed out.
Here I begin my
New good morning.

Long queues in cinema theatre will bring out the poet in you :-P

               On a Matinee

Here goes another crowd,
Just to watch another fantasy,
Someone's imagination indeed,
Sometimes inspired, it is told.

Fridays turn to be judgemental,
Reviews released within hours,
It got a queue to get me impatient,
Hours unfold to entertainment,
  My choice ,to enjoy or not
I am the valuable viewer you got.

    How it works
Oh dear sweetheart,
Never a call with whole heart,
What are you doing?
What was for food,dear?
Too sweet like rasgulla.
This is the way how love works,
Is it a Rom-com,I should star?
Is this the way how love works?
Sorry to spill the chemistry,
That's not the way,how I work.

Sensible is silent in its way,
Emotion is the key to drive,
Blame on starts in the mid of game.
Could handle a mild heart attack,
Better don't go for a heart break,dear.
Look there ,look here,all is love,
I Just don't feel what you say.
Force is not what you should do,
Meet the one in flow of life,
Make sure not a flaw in life.
That's  how I personalize love.

A genuine thought for all girls who relate to the content.

''Fair business''

'Fair' is a threat!
Complex is a tag !
Market is too big!
For the womb has a girl.

Racist not anymore,
Equal to say in gender,
 'Wit' is a sort of measure,
Soul is the beauty,in words.
Still pay for the 'fairness' in market.'

Hypocrisy isn't that?
What's ought to be fair?
Is it the soul or the skin,
I doubt.For they aren't
Racist anymore!!

What's it in the skin,
To decay in that soil,
Still Fair is a threat!
Complex is a tag!
Market is too big!
For the womb has a girl.

RAINING HOPES

It was raining,
It always rained,
Drops once felt soothing
Now flooded everywhere.
It covered the glass
Transparent once was,
Blurred went sight.
Then appeared a wiper,
Vision was narrow,yet
Enough to take off.
I love this rain.
For it's an experience
Only to feel
Only you learn.