No Rhyme No Rhythm No Reason

My smile was big,
I imagined I had dimples
A light breeze rippled across my face
I was so happy!
As happy as I were
When I almost touched the ceiling
Perched on my dad's shoulders.
Or as it happened on a Sunday
When I saw more red letters on the Calender;
Or when I discovered that it wasn't bittergourd for lunch.
It is just that I could not note it down in my diary
Or name this happy day
For there was no reason
I was just happy.

A Small Man

Like a hyena who chanced upon a dead fish,
Gleamed those eyes; the ears shivered in excitement.

Ha, the fool!
No failure is bad when the vanquisher is a coward
When his prize is a stolen piece of cake.