Just...

I looked
in vain
for a
creative spur
in the ladies
compartment.
It, apparently,
took
the earlier
train!

**

Woman starched
in a sari
blew a
bubble.
Stunned,
I penned
this feat
on the double.

**

Serenading
a taxi driver,
running over
a divider;
I was the
proverbial
‘night rider’.

**

I didn’t know
how to deal
with what
seemed outta
Ally Mcbeal...!

**

Sometimes
a touch,
doesn’t
mean
much;
a look
maybe
mistook
and a
gesture
is hard
to muster,
until…
you breach
trust,...
then it
all comes
down
to the
four-letter
word called
‘lust’.


**

Baby Babble

At the babies’
burping behest,
grumpy uncle
turned into
bumbling
baboon.

**

Linguist,
you are no
match for
an infant.
They come
armed with
a PhD
in gibberish!

**

He threw his
rattle away,
as we played
with
onomatopoeias.

**

Not yet one,
he’s spellbound
by women,
and loves
rides in
the car.
No wonder
my father
says:
“He’ll go
very far!”