Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The toy house

Balls and balloons everywhere
a lost slipper floats in the curry bowl,
and the bed always looks slept in now.

Grocery bags full of diaper packs
broken pieces of crayons,
scribbles lining every wall,
like tyre tracks on a wet road.

A plastic world lies ravaged
the victim of a cotton tiger's imagination,
A B C 1 2 3
building block skyscrapers.


Akshay said...

u are a poet now!! wow

U mustta been busy...

Emaan said...

yes! im a growing boy!

Express said...


yes, building block skyscrapers.


yuuuu huuuuuuuuuuu.......Emaan is backkkkkkk!!!!!!!!
where were you my sweetu?
I was missing u everytime I saw ur sweet sweet photos....
hmmm...thode se bade ho gye ho ...Mashallah!
by the way nice poem ...

Tushar Mangl said...

oh my my
i am here after a long time and the dude has become a poet. wow. Good job done.

Emaan said...

i have many more talents to show u

keep checking


comin soon... wayne 'emu' rooney