funhouse

this trapeze act 

does not draw curtains;

it cuts its own ropes

to approving applause

they sang

You said

i Could.
paint my fingers pink
right now;
and, You
wouldnt know.

In my head

He is
an open book;
but the pages,
are blank.

and I;
I always thought,
that I,
could read them all.

rocky Road.

I wrote
today, the exam
that would
decide after this one,
if I
could write any other
at all.
It all,
started with one
broken parker pen, one
unexpected message, one
incomplete question paper, and
I lost my phone.
Daddy still,
bought me the ice-cream, I
had asked for.
Only that now,
they call my favorite chocolate
choco chip flavour,
Rocky Road.

Irony.
Is rich and sweet,
till the last scoop.