Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Crime In Rhyme


A footfall steals!

A torch beam

writing white on ink.

The taut night,

About to snap.

Quick glances

To check the blackness,

a busy clock

a restless tap

slumber rumble.

Furtive fingers

at the door


Lights come on,
Thief! Thief!

There stands

Guilt in person,

Chubbiness stained in chocolate

Caught raid handed


The open cookie jar.



Anush said...


have u ever been caught doing anything similar? :)

Materialmom said...

As a matter of fact, yes :)
Watabout you?

Anush said...

not till now :) am real good at stealing stuff :) in 3rd std, I stole my partner's fancy looking pencil. And she never realised until I gave it back to her after 2 months :P

ThalassicReverie said...

Cute :)

Such a simple way of putting things in a poem....
Wish I could do that!
I have great difficulty in doing so.
Hate writing most of the time ; it ends up in a syzygy of random scribbling , torn papers and self-reproach ( 'loss of time' ; 'could have done other things' ; etc :D )

Materialmom said...


I'm sure your mother forced you to return it :)
As a 3 yr old I was the one that lost a pencil a day, and no one returned them :(


Thank you.
I thought the poem didn't rhyme and the title was a misnomer. I wrote it years ago, found it while cleaning my desk.
You are too hard on yourself.

AtomicGitten said...

Am reminded of "Tham, thakam, paadakam..." and the series of messages that went back and forth :P
As for cookie thief, if they were the fruit of your baking, I declare that even a saint would steal for extra goodies :D

Materialmom said...

that's a nice memory :)
And Cofession: those cookies I used to serve you.... those were meant to be cake. they always turned out hard & cookie consistency :(

AtomicGitten said...

Wow really?? You should make more cakes! :D Or may be, try to make cookies- they might end up becoming cakes?