“Climb on” screamed the guy,
And on I hopped as the bus rolled,
Standing on a single leg,
Hanging half outside the door
“Get in” screamed the bearded man,
He pointed towards a vacant place,
Yet all that was vacant to sight
Was a 6 inch gap between two grim faces
“20 rupees” asked the short conductor,
That’s when I saw an amiable smile,
“You’re a special rider,” spoke he,
Vacated seats, asking the others to rise
My corporate look, seamed out of place
In a bus of villagers of all ages,
My bag rubbed as people passed,
My tie pulled by a child’s grasp
My journey thus continued in dismal spirits,
With halts for passengers every five minutes,
Till finally arrived the place where I belong,
And I landed in accolades of cars honking their song.
Friday, February 6
Wednesday, February 4
Before its all over
I’m broken inside,
Into pieces of nothing,
Losing my soul,
With nowhere to go
While angels still fly,
And demons crawl under,
I wish you came to me,
I wish you were here…
Save me from this evil,
This soreness, this pain,
I need you to accompany me,
On the tracks of subsistence
My days have run out,
My time has drawn closer,
Just be with me once,
Before its all over.
Into pieces of nothing,
Losing my soul,
With nowhere to go
While angels still fly,
And demons crawl under,
I wish you came to me,
I wish you were here…
Save me from this evil,
This soreness, this pain,
I need you to accompany me,
On the tracks of subsistence
My days have run out,
My time has drawn closer,
Just be with me once,
Before its all over.
Tuesday, February 3
The evil charmer...
Never does she stop her blabber,
In sweet instances, makes you ponder,
Sometimes she’ll show
Her wildest side,
In two seconds flat, start a fight
Tame you like an evil fiend,
And call you sweetly, her best friend.
In sweet instances, makes you ponder,
Sometimes she’ll show
Her wildest side,
In two seconds flat, start a fight
Tame you like an evil fiend,
And call you sweetly, her best friend.
Sunday, February 1
A Friend or more...
Walks in gardens,
Rides down highways,
Front seats to movies,
Frappe at the café
A pillow fight,
Chatting all night,
Back bitch the world,
In our own delight
Smiles on our faces,
Memories of old embraces,
Love for one another
Fights with no basis
In my little world,
You’re placed at the core,
Confused what to call you,
A friend or more??
Rides down highways,
Front seats to movies,
Frappe at the café
A pillow fight,
Chatting all night,
Back bitch the world,
In our own delight
Smiles on our faces,
Memories of old embraces,
Love for one another
Fights with no basis
In my little world,
You’re placed at the core,
Confused what to call you,
A friend or more??
Wednesday, January 28
Born to Win
I’m not just another guy,
Another little slice of the pie,
It would be wrong to say,
Luck favours me every time,
Sometimes I see,
People who toil and slog,
Question my leisure,
Call me a fraud,
Its all so wrong,
Whatever you do,
Your true critics,
Rare and few.
There’s no alibi,
To all my sin,
Nothing can stop me now,
I’m born to win.
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