Love Spoken

Dancing Couple

The mother of all feelings
Smother you as the breast hides
What could be unlocked,
In a simple enquiry. The tongue
Steals a moment of breaking
The shackles of tongue-tied,
And poses a question that in earnest
Holds a porcelain moment
That when powered by serendipity
Is a cuppa, a relaxed state when
You encounter the other side of the river
The other bank, where happiness,
Grows as long culms of bamboo,
When the tallest feeling humbles
You, in that instant, nothing makes sense
Only you’re a radiant planet in the milky way,
With a satellite promising you, a journey
To the moon and back, and you’re
Just a space ship in the works,
Waiting for that beautiful edition of fate
To crash-land on her impact craters.

Finding Disneyland

Mouse 2

We hear of mouse models, lab rats,
And Guinea pigs, being used
In cutting edge research, to solve the riddles of 
Cancers, diabetes and cardiovascular diseases.
In most cases, you find a narrow lineage
Of little furry creatures, with one
Or two faulty genes, given a subtle dose
Of a little pharmaceutical product or concoction.
Then you keep your fingers crossed, tapping a tune
Inside a lab cubicle, and hope for some glorious change
In a tumorous tissue, or in the poor animal’s
Metabolism or perhaps in a healthier
Heart that will pump like mad
Oxygenated blood, down the aorta.
Still, if you’re one of those Nobel Prize
Chasers, you will need to conjure – ta da -,
A good dose of fortune, which when made sexy in one word,
Reads “Serendipity”, named after a tiny teardrop-shaped
Island in the Indian Ocean, which
In applied science, can only mean
One of those extremely rare events
When a cageful of cheese thieves,
Fed with a simple dose of a miraculous elixir,
Transform in front of your senses,
To yet another clone of a larger-than-life,
And bankable, Mickey Mouse.