Washing,washing, dish washing.

 Washing, washing  dish washing.

Washing  the   thick layered  soot

 in and   around  the  vessel , addicted

to the  corners  and in  the brim,

the  spikes   of  the  scrub  slippery

beneath  my  quick  moving   hands,

Washing , washing, washing,

Mind   dashing   against   memory galore.

Water in   taps,  slow  moving  motion,

  Foamed   lemonade fragrant

Liquid  cleaner, stagnate  in the sink,

So   much  in the  sink

 also     submerged  in   the  sink   of  life, 

washing, washing,  washing.

Running  the  race  of  life.

At times you feel..

 At   times you   feel..            

Let  me  be   a  worn- out,

half broken, lying    alone   cog

in  a   corner  to be tossed  out

by  hustle  bustle  ragamuffin

in  a   careless   play.

Let  me  be    broken   egg   shells

gathered   amidst   gathering  clouds  

 for  a   warming  nestle;

be  dripping   drops  while 

wringing   clothes, part of

my    drudgery, ridiculous

for   others, let  me  don 

the  robe  of  all my jejune,

crushed feelings  wailing

in  a corner  for  reasons  many. 

This Cool Moon today.

   This   Cool   Moon  today.

 The merciless   hot  summer 

Bazillion   cogitations  throng  me,

Summer  unsulking  spreads

 every corner  and mood,

Singular   you   stand  and sweat;

Afternoon    passes slowly

 after Vexing  us  all.

At   eventide you  stroll

This  cool  moon  is  not  cool,

Tarnished  by some   subtle 

Intruder,  she  too   unmakes 

Us , our  refuge  in  her,

Our  following   her, our

Longing  for  her company.

The  cool moon  is disturbed

By  some  concocted  clippings.