The Socks In coils like two cotton balls Coated with dust From under my bed A brush stroke brought out the socks! Forgotten Abandoned Consciously or unconsciously The socks you left behind Sad, blue Filled with bitterness The stare blank The socks I caught in my trembling hands Gave me a lump in my throat The socks recalled your being there Curled against me in my bed It was not a dream! The socks made me a little scared Fear the idea that you will never come back To warm my bed To cover me with delicious cuddles The socks made me chuckle too Giggle at the idea that I had never seen such large feet Such big toes, teasingly tickling my feet The socks revived in me the great happiness These senseless moments When we both laughed like kids Happy to be together Pleased that we had met Pleased that we were in love!
Listen to the lament of the forlorn sea, She is calling your name! Listen to the rhythm of her beating waves, She is calling your name! Listen to the sea, Listen to her beseeching vow, She is missing you! She misses your body, Floating frivolously like seaweed, Dancing and curving her waves, She misses your smell, Deliciously and fondly fading with hers, She wants to tenderly hold you, And, never let you go, Engulf you in the nudity of her waves, Deep into the profundity of her bewitching charm, Rocking you once again in her arms
One day, an old and worn-out goat was quietly crossing over a bridge under which a river was flowing. Coming in the opposite direction gallantly, was a sturdy young goat. When they reached the middle of the bridge, they realized there was not enough room for two goats to pass. They halted. The young goat said in a threatening voice, ready to come to thorns- ‘Out of the way you so and so! I am in a hurry!’ The old goat felt the looming sparks of hostility in the air. He had fought several fights in his life and this young goat, he thought, would be K.O in the first round! But wisdom dawned upon him. ‘The bridge is made of bamboo and is not solid. What if it collapses during the struggle? We will both fall into the river with dire consequences!’ He reflected. ‘Look here, young chap!’ He addressed his opponent with diplomacy. ’There is no point in fighting! I will lie down on my tummy and you can walk across on my back!’ No sooner said than done, each goat went off on his way happily! -Anita Bacha-