Mother and child

1.
The cloud stands still, poised
Time for its afternoon siesta

2.
Before I was born
I wrote the script of my life
Now, I improvise
Since life arranges itself

3.
In my times, the government would ban all newspapers
For causing anarchy
Among children below 18
Said Proudhon to me

4.
Buying a bus ticket is plebeian
If you pay in foreign currency
It could be noble dilettantism

5.
Who is this man, mother?
He is my husband, dear child

Freedom of expression and other shorts

1,
A really beautiful woman weeps
When the tears fall on the ground
The snow melts

2.
The river chases the wind
Turns around a bend
And drowns in the sea

3.
My old socks say
I think I am ageing
Please buy me brand-new shoes

4.
My dog envies me on one count
I can put my hands in my pocket
Whistling the Bohemian Rhapsody

5.
Why is it
During the maths exam
I dream about Kafka and his precursors

6.
Instead of the garage I administered 
A strong anaesthetic to my Tata Indica
Now she is fine


7.
They say
If you dip tea bags into the waves
Dolphins will dance the salsa

8.
From the 29th floor window
I see the city has fallen down
And fractured its knees

9.
True freedom of expression is
When she is permitted to wear knickers
And sashay her hips on the dark streets



10.
I'm rehearsing
I'm practising
So I can live life in the next one

One plus one is zero

One plus one is how many?
One replied, the student
How so, asked the teacher
Sort of bemused

Well, it's something like this
When the rivers Kannadipuzha 
And Kalapathipuzha come together
They form a confluence of one

Oh, said the class teacher
Then one plus one is zero
Since the Bharathapuzha is not a river
It has become a sewerage