Irony

Among all the work-out enthusiasts on the beach,one bare-bodied skinny man practising yoga,caught her attention.His unusual,curious postures fascinated her.She walked up to him and asked him if he could teach her those asanas.With a wide grin,he replied,"I can't teach you these." "And pray,why not?" "Because this isn't yoga. All I am trying to do is beat hunger churning my empty stomach and the pangs that are threatening to consume me.I haven't eaten for the ladt two days,you see!" She choked,even as her eyes followed his receding figure.

He

He can't  be bound to paper,
By words, dwarfed and queer, 
He is freedom, in the sky written,
By him the Sun, is smitten.
He is the slayer of the dark,
His words,the song of the lark.
His thoughts,pearls,in the oysters sleep,
Fetched from the oceans deep.
His heart, a throbbing piece of steel,
Cast in grief,beaten on life's anvil.
He's a Goliath,but a David to his demons,
For,he can't help ignoring,his Angels' sermons.
He's flawed, afflicted by many an affliction,
He is the first cousin of imperfection.
By his emotions, he is often flayed,
With love and lust, his senses equally swayed.
He is humane, being human is his religion,
His humanity rescues  him from abyss stygian. 
The soul in him that he harbours,
A pristine lily, that Mother Nature nurtures.
A mystery - unravelling, he defies,
A wonder personified, treading the universe,
A poet's muse he is, a never ending verse.
                                                            Chandni.