In Venice.

In Venice.

In Venice,

I sat for one day,

Near the Grand Canal.

It was more of an outing,

We had sandwiches,

Breads, cupcakes and pastries.

In Venice,

I decided not to go for the gondola ride,

For very few are the days,

When the beauty and the majesty of the sun setting over it,

Can be breathed in.

Seldom are such moments.

Adios!

The Stone Age Man.

The Stone Age Man.

The stone age man,

Wrote a letter,

To the stone,

On which he was sitting.

He Wrote-“Hi, stone. Please be careful, times are changing with tunes and rings.

The telephone would be ringing soon, like a beautiful diamond zing,

I am the stone age man,

For whom nobody spares anything.

Do remember me,

I am getting old now.

The fashion is to write about the things which are sophisticated,

And forget about those which are old,

It is a bliss to be in this stone age.

For the ages ahead,

Ooh!!!!!!!!

The lesser they are talked about, better it is.

Adios!