Monday, October 6, 2014

Ten Terribly Tiny Tales- Part 2

Where is home?
It's where you were born.
It's where you now live.
It's where your forefathers have built a house.
It's where your Mom is.

He completes the source code in a jiffy,
He has blue eyes,
He plays football,
He is chivalrous,
But the Truth?
He is a poor substitute.

Adults, yet mentality of infants,
Didn't speak a word to each other,
For two whole years,
But somebody had to give in, right?
After all, they were friends.

Small town boy, with a good eye, then,
World renowned photographer now,
"What's the secret of your success?" they ask.
He smiles and says with unwavering humility, "Fate!"

Will it ever dawn on you?
That filth is not outside, but within,
That you're not as perfect as you think you are,
That you have no enemies but are intensely disliked by your friends,
Well I think it's time, it's time to wake up and smell the coffee.

'Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?', asked MJ.
The mirror replied, 'You racist! Don't you know?
 It doesn't matter if you're black or white.'

She said, "The night is dark and full of terror."
He said, "The night is young and full of splendor."
A nuptial bond, a house and two children is what they shared.
But a common interest, never ever!

That day will be your happiest,
When a man you love doesn't say,
"You look beautiful."
But, "you are beautiful."
Even the thought made Gita blush for one straight hour.

"Oh holy spirit, come and enter the coin",
they chanted as they placed their fingers on the Ouija board,
Little did they know, that they were entering their doom,
And the spirit wasn't holy.

Mom told her,
"Isn't it high time to be just a little lady-like?
Let me buy you some red lipstick."
She casually mumbled,
"But all I want is a red hockey stick."

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