The “Happy Hour” Margaritas & Mojitos: A Happy World Poetry Day.

Over dinner at the restaurant, at its ‘Happy Hour’,

we were jubilant to say the least – on Margaritas:

At a price of two we got four – ordered four more,

yet cointreau, lime juice, Tequila – a perfect mix.


Dislodging slices of lemon, from the glasses rim –

tasting salt on it, we gently squeeze lime juice in:

ingredients shaken well with ice, tingles tongues

spiced up with prawns, lamb, also fish n chips. 


Our conversation light with drizzles of sadness –

to thaw frozen hearts it takes not many cocktails: 

Stirring your soul where the past is a hurricane –

like lava hurt melts overflowing a brim of reason. 


Night after we return for the ‘Happy Hour’ bonus –

they run out of cointreau to our disenchantment,

but as wells of sadness haven’t yet exhausted, 

to infuse in it joy we opt for eight Mojitos instead.


#worldpoetryday #poetry #love #sadness #happiness #margaritas #mojito #dinner #loveandlife



On the eve of World Poetry Day (21st March)  

…this is my humble attempt at defining a Poem.

A Poem
A propelling word, and then a few lines,
Spurting compelling thoughts in my mind;
I first mark them down at the nick of time,
Lest they involuntarily leave me behind…

These lines delve into a maze of thoughts,
That chase unconscious unravelled tracks:
I now let myself get lost in their troughs,
They lead in my core to veiled grasslands.

I’m surprised by the intricacy of my soul,
Whose thoughts I unconsciously abhorred.
Yet it was that momentous fleeing thought,
That has led me to myself – otherwise lost.

From deep within the fissures of my mind,
A well of experience, emotions; wisdom arises:
Infusing repertoire of words, language imbibed,
A poignant, myriad kaleidoscope I inscribe.