Monday, May 21, 2012

Five shorts in May

The guard escorted me out of the car showroom
All I wanted was a four-wheeler that lays eggs

This Saturday when the moon came closest to the earth
I threw a palash at its surface
357,000 kms in its general direction

He stared at the hotel wall
Why do you make love to me, he asked
Your tongue tastes syrupy and icy, she replied
Turning off the solar lantern

Need a vaccine, I said to the specialist
That prevents my dreams from being shattered

My brains are wrapped in a bandage
History has scalded it, again

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