Apple

Apple my favorites’ fruit of all apart from grapes,
I like them but they are too small
Cantaloupes I like to they are big and orb
But an apple I can carry in my pocket.

I like to hold it in my hand and looking at it,
Trying to recollect any figure I could recall.
Sometimes it reminds me of a red leather ball
Sometimes it reminds me of a bloody rose with stick and all
Sometimes it don’t look like that at all

I look at it with great heed, it isn’t circle,
It isn’t oval And it most definitely not square at all.

Some apple’s are sweet some are not
Sometimes i peel of the skin and other times I eat them raw
I sink my teeth in it and bit out the biggest morsel of them all
Shredding it to its bones in not more bite then bite number 3 or 4

And then looking at it trying to recollect any figure I could recall
Sometimes it reminds me of a sand clock,
Sometimes it reminds me of a crescent moon, two in all,
Sometimes it don’t look like that at all

But whatever shapes it may take no matter what texture
Apple will always remain my favorite fruit not the green ones they are bitter
I like deep coral color apple, once that my father bring
They are softest & sweetest of them all


by:- Jatinder pal Singh Ahuja

HUMDRUM

An ordinary man from the ordinary land
Ordinary my name ordinary is my game
My kith and kin so ordinary
My lover has no name

I lead my life with scores
Of phobias, disease and regrets
With disregarded unheard danger
Lurking larking all around

Foliage endears me; fear makes me run back to my den
Living life with many forgotten sensation
Running hither-thither like crazy look for any love, I can find
I know its ordinary i know it "it’s my kind"

Corpulent are my desire famished is my ego
But Venal I am not it’s not in my nature; "it isn't my kind"

I talk of thing that I am taught, I learn as I walk
Just a meek, humble man, learning to live life
One undersized piece at a time

Not the only one to feel the pain
Not the only one to die,
Not the first not the last.