Mirror

Look into the mirror. What do you see?

Just a shadow of the person you used to be?

Look into the mirror. What do you feel?

Robbed of the secrets you didn’t reveal?

Look into the mirror. What do you regret?

To that lifelong dream, not saying 'Go get'?

Look into the mirror. What do you wish?

That you could change it all in just a swish?

Look into the mirror. What do you want?

To go back to a time when reality didn’t daunt?

Look into the mirror. What makes you smile?

That despite it all, you turned out just fine :) 

Dreaded Dungeon of Disease

You know your days are numbered

When something evil has you thrown

Into the dreaded dungeon of disease

Food, Air, Water, Vector-borne.

My body temperature has turned bipolar

My taste buds are on strike

My head is on a permanent roller coaster

A rush you wouldn't like.

A vast white ceiling for a permanent view

Despicable chemical drugs for vices

Food and soups that taste like feet

Devoid of all sugars and spices.

But there’s something about this misery

That’s oddly, oddly comforting

No agenda, nowhere to be

Now begins the vegetating!

The Kiss

One eventful monsoon evening down the pot-holed street,

Skilfully dodging puddles as slime and grime bathed my feet.

They called him the Buzz in town, the one who went astray

He took one look at my bare legs, and I knew I was his prey.

Advancing towards me, he moved with a choreographed stealth

I clapped even before his show began; he wasn't good for my health.

Sensing an opening, he swooped in before I could act

And he kissed me - The presence of mind to fight him, I lacked.

Now here I sit everyday, staring up at the whitest white

Injections, blood tests, tablets - it's too late to put up a fight.

The world had warned me, but little did I know

That it would be so horrifying to get kissed by a mosquito.