The Abandoned Cake

Mango-flavored, creamy, delicious;
wrapped in its sweetened spongy layers

A caring heart’s scintillating love.

The cake from the confectioner’s shelf
Mouth-watering sensuous irresistible
The jam-quoted words on its bosom
bear an ardent tender message
for a special one on a special day

Who could ever foretell its tragic fate?
How could something

enveloped in such a beautiful love-wrap

so enticing and so tempting for taste-buds
ever meet such a brutal end
lying all smashed up and abandoned
on a garbage heap

flies flipping their callous tongues over it?

The Flight

You sit in the airplane
And now it runs on the runway
Slowly lifts itself up, up in the air
Gains momentum
Soars higher and higher
Flies over houses, skyscrapers
Cities towns helmets hutments palaces
Ant-like people crawl below
Toy cars trains buses plying on snaky alleys
Glimmering lights shimmer from afar
Like the landscape drawn on canvas
Thin zigzag meandering watery lines
Like trails of smoke leisurely loitering
Cauliflower trees bristling thorny bushes
All getting hazier
Excitement abuzz in the cabin

But does one also leave behind

The heart’s fang-like pangs
The brambly pricks, the wily wounds
The un-shed tears frozen deep inside
that don’t turn tiny, like trees rivers houses roads people
and are carried along, with the cabin baggage
though unaccounted for,  unmeasured uncharted,
escaping all security checks, all scrutiny,
and stubbornly remain there

whichever part of the globe you may go to.