Try another day

Wordsworth,Tennyson, Shakespeare
Chill guys, no need to fear
There is enough room for all of us here
In this gigantic poetic ecosphere.

So saying I began, this morning, to pen my first poem
Once done, surely, this one is going to blow 'em
I waited and waited and waited  for the thoughts to arrive
Seconds, minutes, hours passed by - it was quarter past five

I decided I'd use mixed case sometimes lower sometimes Upper
The style decision was made, when I started thinking of Supper
Supped and well fed I thought I'd finish it, relaxing in my Bed,
When I woke it was morning, and the sheet as blank as Paris Hilton's head.

I realized, its not what rhymes or how many verses or the case of the Lettering
This thing needs real talent, of which I have not a smattering
So finally I penned this down and went my own way
My poetic genius will be demoed some other day.

Daily fail

The magnifier will help me or so I think to myself,
As I use the new products stacked up on the shelf.
Hot and cold conditions might just do the trick
A new way to avoid, the unavoidable nick.
Day after day I try and try and try in vain
But the numerous efforts only result in more pain
The tool changes are no help in this daily endeavor
I guess, in the end I'm just a very bad shaver!

Traffic Woes

I have a complain to Mr. Creator aka God,

It might be silly or even plainly odd

He who made every soul from Timbuktu to Agartala,

Went ahead unthinkingly and made a  damn rickshaw wala.