A stranger in my head

Going to Mango meadows is basically about meeting some familiar faces. It reinforces the awareness that one is technically alive. Most people have secret journals,  then there people who purposefully stomp with their multihued “Yoga” or “cargo” pants and earphones in place down the  “ratha beedhi” the car street for the pedestrian street which is …

The Toykin

The terrible toy eating Toykin is here. Ten pairs of green fleet, Crawling down the Fleet Street. Eyes like a cluster of mustard seeds Tails with shiny crystal beads. Tip toeing, sneaking and peaking. Toykins comes from Toyland, It’s the strewn toys he cannot stand, To the forgotten toys he lends a hand. Quick, let’s …