I do love my little egg cup,
His brother much the same,
He holds my egg so perfectly;
Boiled eggs are not a game.

They bounce about for 4 minutes
Before they take their test,
They need a place to hold them straight;
My egg cups are the best.

When the soldiers are awaiting,
Those buttered friends of mine,
I need my little egg cups
To keep them all in line.

They come with little cosy hats
To hide their eggy heads,
I take it off and just like that;
Prepare for eggy bread!




© Karen L Hamilton, 2013

We loved: Juvenile
And lived: For a while
But I: Couldn't see
That you'd: Turned your back on me.

You left: I watched you go.
My life: Walked out the door
We grew: To new depths
My heart: Your greatest theft.

On a busy roundabout in buzzing Delhi,
Fake wealth smirks & luxury car creeps,
When red light stops,
Fast panting life gets a pause,
Dullness riding on killing air,
Only gloating eyes and putrid thoughts.

Nearby, my eyes halt on a poor, destitute girl,
Sure, I know, not of sweet sixteen
Few heart throb with love and care,
Though number of passers- by is umpteen.

Her ugly eyes embedded in chronic pain,
Gloom abiding on her wrinkled face.
She is ugly, bony & sickly
Tear- ***** flecking ***** cheeks.

Foul smelling with flowing nose,
******* dressed with ragged clothes,
Callous cool breeze shivering her emaciated soul,
No brotherly hand for her rescue & no divine aid to her console.

Delhi engrossed in sensuous talks of love, ***, movies and romance,
No one cares for her real plight,
Why charity and pity in independent India?
Methinks, a graceful life is her genuine right.

When she stretches her wounded hands,
Begging for a loaf of bread,
I cry & weep deep inside,
Losing hope, I feel so SAD.
I wish swapping of my destiny with hers,
Can u please tell?
Am I a bit out of senses or if I have gone totally MAD?

Mukesh Kataria

I visualise seeds of pure thoughts taking roots everywhere
*** and age never does matter
Plants of noble deeds spring around
Sweeter the fruits & I feel better.

Stainless character & right aspiration does flourish,
Hearts be heavenly mansions
of peace & joy
Goals & values be high and firm,
Body of ageless steel and no soul to be frail & coy.

All of us be master gardener of our soul,
weeding out all the ******* & wrongs
Flowers & fruits grow of our right desire,
No sorrow, no pain but only gladdening songs.

Mukesh Kataria

Eternal power within myself I find ample
Owe all this to God
So bow down to supreme power-
I do and I must
Fly always with wings of humility
Wafting through the path of
faith & trust.

My mission is ordinary soul- to make them
better and steadily mold,
The weak and frail melt in to divine fold.
I dream no barriers, no war, no bullets, no foes
No ignorance, no blockage in mind & brains
Total freedom from yoke of all self- imposed limitations
No noble soul be in exile and chains.

Truth I speak- straight & simple
No mining & minting,
No coating and wrapping.
I dream-
No seeds of abomination & apathy to grow,
No body to scream, no soul to cry
Saplings of love spring up forever,
Ocean of elixir never be dry.

No doing of things I don't want to do in life,
No veil of mistrust, no sharpening of knife,
Radiant beam of truth to seep into hearts of All,
Character- a key to holyness
to stand noble, robust and
godlike tall.

I dream -
No sorrow flecking any heart,
No tears rolling down an eye,
Every soul ascend to divinity,
No elegiac songs but, only
Dance, cheer & mirthful fly.

I dream-
Bliss forever to stay
Pain & sorrows to swiftly pass,
No hard talks, no thinking in secret
Every other face to be
our looking glass.

Mukesh Kataria

If camera could capture the emotion
You would surely hurt me
To show I am mad for you
But I would makeup through smile
To prove you wrong!!!