Like a headache that arrives and never goes,
Or a curbstone that painfully stubs your toes.
Like a jhalak dikhlaajaa from Himesh’s nose,
While Pancham’s music gently flows.
Like a thorn that pricks while sniffing at a rose, (Token cliché firmly in place)
Or a funky dream that ruins your doze.
Like my attempting poetry instead of prose,
Life has interrupted, and rudely soes. (Okay, so that’s not a word. But it rhymes!)
But I’ll be back soon to annoy you, thoughs.
To generate nonsense, and increase your woes.
But now, I goes.
Apollo-Gs for the lack of updates. Enjoy the break while it lasts.