Author: Natasha Sequeira

#AZatPP   #day22  #LetterV . This January 2021, Has begun with a conundrum. To take Covaxin or not! ‘Will my head fall off if I take the shot?’ 23 died in Norway, after getting vaccinated. ‘First vaccinate Old Hari,’ a friend suggested. ‘If that scrooge survives the dose, Then I will happily get poked.’ .…

#AZatPP  #day21  #LetterU . Until we meet again, You must stay safe,  my friends. . Though my heart is heavy, My soul, weary. The memories, laid bare. The good times we shared! Now stashed out of sight. You must hide. Till the time is right,  For me to slip into you again, My size-4 dresses…

#AZatPP  #day20  #LetterT . Torrid! One word to describe her. Torrid! Gleaming, hot, sweaty body, Cannot get enough of it. A formidable figure makes she. Perfectly suited to me. Live without her? Pray tell me why! It is futile to try. But if you must,  Then you will see,  That nothing comes close to This…

#AZatPP  #day19  #LetterS. . Farmer John bought a steed, Fierce and wild, her mane a-flutter in the breeze. He named her Glory, Fed her choicest sugar lumps, sticky, gooey. But when he tried to attach the harness, Glory whinnied, then neighed, the loudest. She planted a kick on his forehead one afternoon, Farmer John, in…

#AZatPP  #day18  #LetterR . Behold! The children On the roundabout, At the fair. Smiling faces, Infectious giggles, Wind in the hair. But what’s this? Some children are missing out, They are scared to ride the roundabout. . I see myself in these children sitting- out, Not partaking in the fun of riding a roundabout. Scared…

#AZatPP  #day17  #letterQ . Mother said that when I was born, I had a ‘queue-pee’, a gorgeous one. But by and by many more curls appeared, Filling my little head, though my parents, it cheered. Pretty soon, the curls got fuzzy, They stuck out stubbornly, defying gravity. The school headmistress, the curls enraged, For they…

#AZatPP  #letterP  #day16 . A certain man of repute, Stood and promised the moon, To all and sundry. For votes, he was hungry. But when he won the race, He went and hid his face. And to the dogs went his country. . Five years later, this very man, Shamelessly begged for votes again. But…

#AZatPP  #day15  #LetterO . Oliver is twisted! He took Marie’s photograph, And he did kiss it. . He pulled Etty’s pigtails, Punched her, And made her wail. . On Sunday, he woke up early. He dropped the milk pail, Of poor little Shirley. . But out in the alley, Oliver was accosted By these three…

#AZatPP  #day14 #LetterN  #tanka . Now you see me, now You don’t. Between the hills I Must flow, to bring you Clear Himalayan water. A sparkling river, am I. . Pic credit: Unsplash:  Manuel  Meurisse A Tanka is a 5 lined poem comprising 31 syllables.  The first line has 5 syllables,  the second 7, the…

#AZatPP  #LetterM  #day13  . ‘Mamma Mia! Look at you, Standing there, In your nightwear. . I would like to dance around you. But you’ve worn that cream, The one that makes me scream. . Aye Caramba! You are making me hot! You are you casting that ‘come hither’ look? At the same time, throwing at…

#AZatPP  #letterL  #day12 . On my daily walk, I notice many an interesting thing. But none so wonderfully moving, As when I spied, seated on a sofa, a Lord, a King.  . On the pavement, His family built their home. Huddled on a tattered, broken-down sofa, T’was all that they did own. . All around…

#AZatPP  #letterK  #day11 . Killer looks, By any book. Clickety-click-clock On the pavement block. . I was fascinated as a child With my mom’s heels, oh so high. Stood I in them, one fine day Came away with a terrible foot sprain. . As I grew up to be 5- foot nothing,  I once again…

#AZatPP  #day10  #LetterJ . Jesus Christ @2021! I dare say,  it would be quite fun! I think He’d be a cool dude, With Instagram, Wattpad and Smule. He’d win ‘followers’ through his words, hymns and songs. He’d post You-tube videos on how to get along. . Whenever one feels low or is hurting inside, One…

#AZatPP  #day9  #letteri . ‘I will follow you, Wherever you may go. Through fad diets, Keto , On your quest for size zero. . So, you wish to sleep easy, After your dinner of boring celery? You aren’t a rabbit! The tiramasu is calling you, go grab it. . Look at you, you are starving!…