Spice Of Life

"I'm in such a pickle!"
Said the carrot to the lime.
"My head aches, and my poor feet,
feel so swollen all the time."
"I envy you so much, you know,
for you look so divine!"

"Nonsense!" cried the lime out loud.
"You really haven't a clue!"
"Don't think you're the only one suffering,
I've suffered a great deal too.
So do remember, when you speak -
I'm in the same pickle as you!"

The Dress and The Iron

The Dress lay crumpled on the ground
It was deeply depressed
"I'm so wrinkled all over,
I've lost my youthful zest!
Oh! I look a complete wreck!"
It tearfully confessed.

"Nonsense," growled the stiff Iron
Perched up on the board.
"You look quite fetching actually -
I'll put it on record.
From the very day we met,
It's you that I've adored!"

The Dress could not believe its ears
It blushed red to its roots
It felt so light with happiness
Up to the board it flew
It quivered with excitement -
The Iron felt it too.

As the Iron kissed the Dress,
it felt real warm inside
Tracing every contour,
smoothly it did glide
Heating up and spewing steam,
smoothly did it slide

Catching every little fold
Smoothing every crease
Warm sometimes and hot sometimes,
the Iron did so tease!
And when the Iron was all done,
The Dress was very pleased.

The Dress felt young all o'er again,
The wrinkles were all gone!
It danced away impatiently,
Leaving the Iron alone
Cold and lonely, on the board
The Iron stood, forlorn.

Every day the Iron waits
For the wrinkled Dress
It's always there to reassure
the Dress, when it's depressed.
A fleeting love affair with one,
it can never possess.

Limericks on Indian Politics

There was a young girl from Italy,
Who married into a great family.
She gave India a scare
But then turned down the chair
And became a saint overnight, verily!

There was a smart man from Bihar
Who looked like a clown from afar.
But he knew all the tricks
Of playing politics
Now of Indian Railways he is the Czar!

There was an old man named Atal
He was a poet and very subtle.
When asked about the cause,
of his party's election loss,
"'Twas Modi!" was his rebuttal.

There was a guy named Kalmadi,
Whose sports management was rather shoddy.
Instead of the sprint queen
Members of the silver screen
Bore the Olympic flame, shaming everybody.

There was a gent named Manmohan Singh,
Upon whom a great surprise did spring.
Of all Congressmen
He was chosen PM
But all know who's doing the controlling.

*There was an author called Rushdie
His works, indeed, were many.
But with a price on his head,
He switched to dating instead,
And got married to Padma Lakshmi.

*Not related to Indian Politics, just in case you got confused! :))

The Wind and the Cloud

I'm bored, so let me chase you around.
The wind said to the cloud.
It will be fun to play with you,
you are so well endowed.
I guarantee I'll make you fly,
like a birdie in the sky.

The cloud was in a pensive mood
trying to check her tears.
She wondered if the naughty wind
would listen to her fears.
He most likely wouldn't care,
she concluded in despair.

The wind waited, impatient,
seeking some sign of consent.
Patience gone, he disappeared,
whereupon the cloud burst into tears.

The Protest of the Alarm!

The alarm said, “I’m tired
of being treated thus!
I’m not the kind who generally
decides to make a fuss -
but some things ought to be clear,
between the two of us!”

“You set me up, with the time,
and I make no protest.
You seem to think I sit awake
all night, purely in jest!
And when I ring out in the morn,
You treat me like a pest!”

“You rudely slap me on the head.
It hurts me to the core.
Every time you slap me hard,
my head gets very sore.
You really must stop this abuse.
I can’t take it any more.”

“I’m on strike - I refuse to ring,
to wake you up at dawn.
I deserve to be respected,
But you treat me with such scorn!
I’d like to see how you manage
To wake up, when I’m gone!”

“You’ve really got a loud mouth!
Oh! Please! Do be quiet!
I’m trying to snatch a few extra winks,
After a late and tiring night!”
I slapped the alarm on the head.
And gave it quite a fright!

The Soap and The Shampoo

Said the soap to the shampoo
"I don't know about you,
but I am sick and tired
of sitting in this loo.
After the morning bath is done
There's just nothing to do".

The shampoo said "Precisely!"
"You've said my thoughts aloud.
I would have said this earlier,
but I thought you very proud.
Still, beyond these bathroom walls
we're simply not allowed."

"I am very doubtful,
if there is such a rule.
I'm sure the bathtub made it up,
it loves to play the fool!"
The soap glared at the bathtub,
which was busy playing pool.

"I do so wish to see the world",
The shampoo shed a tear.
"It is so vast and wonderful,
and beautiful, I hear.
But I will never get a chance,
to see all this, I fear".

"By Jove! Let's set off right away,"
The soap did quick reply.
"if that is what will make you glad,
for I hate to see you cry!
Let's go all around the world,
together, you and I".

So off they went, the two of them,
with a little skip and hop.
They slid downstairs and to the door,
Hoping no one would cry Stop!
But nobody saw them making off,
except the broom and mop.

Around the world they made their way,
And saw many a wondrous sight.
At last they came to a beach
which was pretty, blue and white.
It was a marvel to behold
And filled them with delight.

"Let us rest here", the shampoo said
"'Tis the best place I have seen!"
"That's very true", the soap agreed
"It's better than where we've been".
And so they both lay down to rest
Upon the sand, serene.

The waves came up and tickled them,
As they lay on the sand.
The water said, "Come, play with me,
I'm cooler than the land!"
The soap and shampoo jumped in glee,
And waded in, hand-in-hand.

"I feel so light", the shampoo said.
"It's probably the sun.
Bubbly and full of air,
Oh! This is so much fun!"
"We're dissolving!" cried the soap out loud.
"Alas! What have we done?!"

The waves then took pity
And washed them both ashore.
They lay panting on the sand,
frothing from every pore.
Grateful for the narrow escape,
but shaken to the core.

"The water and the beach is good"
The soap said, after a while.
"Perhaps we should settle here?"
"I agree!" the shampoo replied.
And so they lived, upon the beach,
Happy, till they died.