Shorties

S K Iyer

(1)

A liar lies in the lair of lies
with him the truth lies
that he lies in the lair of lies,
true?

(2)

The sun rises in the east
and sets in the west,
linking the east and the west.
Poor south and the north,
they are poles apart.

(3)

Time hides under the eyelids,
escapes at every blink,
the way the soul looks the world.

(4)

The eye of the needle is weaker than my eyes
or is it the thread that lost its eyesight?
Perhaps my dim eyes just has a case of styes
or may be new specks will ease this fuzzy blight.
Home Email me Poetry Index
NEXT