Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Yet, a Concrete Jungle



A Flaneur landed
                                                On the crossroad of millions
                                                                                In the heart of the pumping blood
With non-stop walks and runs.
                                                A heart so energized
                with expectations so high
                                                Down                   
                                                                she fell
                                                                                to pieces
when
Her spirits drew weak.
                                Tick        tock,      Tick        tock,

                                Mer       ry            go           round.
                                               
                                                Circles after cirles.
                                                                Down she trotted and up she went.
Stamped her footprints
                                                                All o'er the streets,
                Smelled the scent
                                Of grass so sweet.
                                                Out of home,                      she ran,
                                A breeze waved
                It was time to go.
                                                                                To.                          Go.                         Home.





Monday, 18 June 2012

Wake UP!

There's a drill
that jolts me terrible.
Unknown bills
that messed up my table.

Alarms kept sounding
In different lines -
Squeezing
The fatigue minds.

Stepped out of the square
And gazed at the column
Hunted for "Where"?
and it was solemn

The juggler stands
In odd street ends.
With thousands who gazed
At the clueless heads.



Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Control

We bumped once,
We bumped twice,
Still,
Have you ever asked
For a permission?

You took a bite
And left it brown.
You turned on the lights
And switched them off
Just so you like

Did you let the serpent eat your brain up
In return for a hardened heart?
But I took it nonetheless.
Is that poison or is that gold?
Did you secretly swap us
Without letting me know...