Sunday, February 17, 2008

HELP

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RUNNING ON EMPTY

Walking along the highway,there's no one in sight
The woods are thick and dark on either side of me.
I'm walking and there's no traffic, not even one car or truck.
Slowly, the sense of desperation is growing,
A strange sort of fear, makes it harder to breathe,
A choking tightness in my chest.
I've already walked for miles, and I haven't met a soul.
I can see the glow of windows in the distance.
People in their homes, safe, warm, happy.
They don't know I'm passing by, lost.
If only I can get a little closer,
I might be able to look in for a second,
For that one fleeting moment I'll almost feel the warmth.
Then I'll turn slowly, though my feet are now beginning to drag,
Make my way back to the highway,
Back to the my long, blind journey,
The destination- I don't know,
Pull my jacket a little closer,
Pull the hood down over my face,
At least, I'll be safe inside my jacket,
Under my hood, alone with myself.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

FOR MY GRAMMAR

I always called you "grammar"
And I loved to see your smile
When I'd stop by after college
To have a biscuit and chat awhile.

All you wanted was our happiness
You'd tell me I was a "lovely girl"
And you didn't find me impertinent
When I'd call you "Mother-of-Pearl".

You always had a treat for us
A special pudding, cake or pie
You loved everyone of my jokes
Though I know they make others cry.

Every Sunday you'd ask me
For more and more books to read
In school, you took up my Shakespeare
To keep me upto speed.

How proud you were of your Sheba
And all the tricks she knows
She was your constant shadow
Pawing gently at your toes.

I know I'm very lucky
To have had you for twenty-two years
But we miss you so much grammar
So please forgive these stupid tears.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Did Someone Say Something?

Sitting in room

Staring at computer screen

Not hot

Not cold

Not nice

Thirsty? Maybe. Not sure

Nothing to do

Not bored

Mosquito buzzing in ear

Ummm..... shoo

Test tomorrow

Not studied

Not opening book

Second mosquito

Totally screwed

Scared? Not really.. Don't think so

Dog passes

Hi dog

Breeze

No life

No future

Nothing to lose?

Think not

Cutting toenails- don't know why,

They're not long

What was that?

Not talking to me?

OK

Mumbai- 22.7 degrees C

New keychain

Old T-shirt

Old hairstyle

Old people

Sad.. Moving on

"Starting a Revolution" is typing a message

Creatively dead

Everythingly dead

Want smoke

Want smoke

Want smoke

Raj arrested

Want smoke

1:00 am

Mosquito no.3

Cough once

Cough again

Mushy brain

Loud family

"Honking doesn't make space

It makes noise"

You have no missed calls

Maybe tomorrow will be different

.....Naaah.

Signing out.