Criss- Cross

Cat’s kins rour regally

to deer dear not,

Rabbit, rat on gentle grass

Woodlands not fall to nil still, until

ape with best brain intervene 

Where shark seems white, water turns crimson

There Manatees mild in manner

Aquatic life not fall to nil still, until

ape with best brain intervene 

Spider webs and leaves 

swing to

song of nature’s nurture of criss- cross

Why not, for black- white,

special- normal, transwoman- woman?

We are stuck in between 

the indelible straight lines

we have drawn among ourselves.

The Carnival

A tiny hand has held his dad’s 

They are set to go to carnival gate

To lose himself to joker’s game

And puppets on the floor to dance.

Childhood is the time to steal

Best ever could in the bag of yours

To nourish you with smiles forever

As you peep into it again and again.

He waits near the shop

That sells ice cream and lollies

To get up with his friend 

Onto the riders over the field.

They want to see the monkeys 

Who performed with a mug of Maggi

And balanced it on top of his head

To entertain the crowd in front.

As the lights are off together 

And all rushed to out in an hour 

The gates are closed all on a sudden 

Carnival of the year is over.

But he will never forget that night

Which wake up him from sleep at times

And calls for his friend again

Whom he lost in the race of life.