Of Pages and People

In an old book store
among minds to be fed,
there are pages waiting to be turned
and eyes longing to be read.

Untainted

She prided herself for having an untainted body:
No scars, no tattoos, no blemishes.
If only she knew of her pierced soul.

He Who Counts

Thought, Vision and Perception sat in a bar.
Vision excused himself and went to the washroom leaving behind his wallet.
One of the other two counted the cash inside. Who was it?


Why, it's the thought that counts.

A Little Respect

Little Johnny, Little Paul and Little Respect ran a marathon.


Little Respect won, as a little respect goes a long way.

Irony

She lost pounds hoping to be noticed.


Oh! If irony could be weighed.

Inspite Of Bathing

I was born brown.
My mother preferred the colour.
I was all for maroon but
No one asked me
Well here I am,
With skin the colour of dirt.
Ah! Maybe that's why you treat me like it.