




The mirror lies,
pretending to be a window.
Through the looking-glass?
My ass!
It presents a prison
in fine detail
&
with a glossy coating,
but it can’t be escaped.
Its truth is overbearing.
That’s how it lies.

There once was a Bangalorean mailman who always had a monsoon season plan. For heavy rain: a coat; heavier still: a boat. And if all else fails, move to Rajasthan.

a cat on a ledge
peers down with rapt focus.
looking for… what?



There once was a bookish Duke from Milan
who, while distracted, was played for a pawn.
They thought him a twerp
his Dukedom was usurped…
Eventually, brains won out over brawn.

There once was a customer service rep
who spoke with a smile and great pep.
“That’s not my department,
but prepare for bombardment:
Your refund in twenty-six random steps.”

