A Study In Yellow

It's not in our job profile
To be staid and mellow

Like sunflowers proud
We wear our yellow

Guaranteed to cheer up
The grumpiest fellow

A Fellow Photographer

Here's a fellow tourist
Looking out for the perfect frame
Unaware that his casual walk
Prevents my composition
From being drab and plain

Why Boys Must Remain Boys

It's easy to bond when
We are one of a kind

And when you renounce
Every wordly possession,
The concept of desire

Where is the quarrel
Between what's yours
And what's mine?

Crooked Shadows

Follow me
Not my shadows
For I am as straight as the
Day I was born

While shadows tend to
Take the shape of the
Objects they fall upon

On Sharing

Look into my eyes
You'll see a hypnotic gaze
Warm and so caring

When actually all I am
Trying to do is guilt you
Into a human thing
Called sharing

Surround Sound

If you are calling me
Right now
I think you might have
To shout

If I'd be able to outshout
One crow, let alone a murder
Now that would be something
To crow about

Towering Heights

Hey, what kind of Bournvita
Your mom gives you guys

That stretches your legs by miles
Yet puts no muscle on your thighs