around the yellow light bulb in my room
far from the reach of the daily broom
a silver spider has woven its web
where it enjoys its sumptuous spread
sometimes when i’m in a mood little keen
i see things never before seen
how gullible insects fall for the light
and for their lives they cannot fight
i see the spider pouncing on its prey
and brightness turning into shades of gray
almost graceful in its dance of death
wrapping its victim in silken threads
i see the spider sucking life out of life
and life carrying on, amidst all this strife
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.