Sunday, October 16, 2011

Four shorts of sorts

The balladeer hummed
Incomplete songs
That someone in the audience
Would remember the forgotten words
That he was trying to recall

They built pillars
Solid and formidable
With the best of material
Superbly engineered
Four on either side of the railway tracks

Someone forgot to build the bridge

The egg seller
Balanced 56 symmetrical eggs
On a single plate
Audaciously cycling through crowded bylanes
In order to ensure the eggs reached their destination
Every day

For four decades or so

The debauched man
Was cursed by god
A lightening struck him on the head
Man said, ouch
And told god
Its not my fault
You made me imperfect