the loneliness of the masochist

in my lonely verandah,

everyday i fed the crows

coming by punctually

i felt they smiled

and opened my cupboard 

reserved for  warm  words 

and embraces..

yesterday 

they pecked at me

and dropped crow s**t

on my blue shirt..

sure enough

they crow-scowled at me..

so i cursed them and 

returned 

satisfied after ages....

Reviews

[Reena]

Its so natural-I can visualise that verandha so clearly and even see you there facing the crow-scowl--like a spicy relief from something too sweet... That's how it appears to me--.. Thanks for a very familiar slice of life.