Sunday bored of being called so for ever decided to de-name itself.
Two leaves fell down under their own weight.
The tree grieved with a happy face.

The hibiscus bud in the glass of water never bloomed fully,
it was bored by the whole process.
The servant’s daughter who nursed the bud refused to eat the breakfast.

The reluctant rain made the jasmine flowers
create a wreath for the jasmine tree,
seeing this the hen decided not hatch any of its eggs.

The fisherman brought some really small mackerel
which my wife bought for Rs.10,
the cat stole a couple from inside the pot,
a sharp fish-bone got stuck in it’s throat,
unable to bear the pain it jumped into the drain and committed suicide.

Sambhar for lunch was not spicy enough,
my son shouted at his mother,
she recorded all the shouts using her mobile phone
and made it her caller tune for him.

After the lunch I finally finished reading Ulysses,
then realized I had forgotten the initial chapters
that I’ve read some 30 years ago.

I went for a walk outside,
the umbrella had two little holes,
which let in enough drops of rain to wash off my hair-dye.

The destiny was raped by two rogue seconds just after my tea.
I went to sleep like a log down Kallai,
waiting for a bystander
to carry it to the sawmill.