The Number Game

It's that time of the year when TVs are switched off, malls and restaurant are neglected, temples become crowded, and the atmosphere turns grim. It's exam-time. Parents exchange notes with teachers and other parents to check if their son/daughter is well-prepared. Nerves go a notch higher. The student, actually is pretty cool until he/she is dragged onto this panic train. And suddenly this cool dude feels the pressure which otherwise would have handled it quite well in his/her own style. The number game begins. Every other person becomes your competitor, ready to pounce on that vacant, precious seat with an extra mark. Because of this funny system, rather than nourishing and nurturing the knowledge the education is dumped on your brain. You are not what you would love to be but become what others prefer you to be. With time, cirumstances change, but the game continues.

Stranger-Eyes

Here I stand

on these tiny feet at the bus-stop.

My first time aboard,

a ride with unknown.

Faces unfamiliar, but look similar.

Stranger-eyes stare

in the haze that surrounds.

Here I stand

on these big feet at the bus-stop.

I'm just someone

who tussles with the clock,

caught up like everyone

in the everlasting maze.

Still unaware what lies ahead.

Languor (Song)

My porch is wet.

It's just a drizzle.

Far away ice mountains

and my malt on the rocks-

sizzle-

quietly in my head,

they sound distant.

I close my eyes,

and feel oozy.

Life is getting slower. 

It's languor.

I am just a bit high,

but warm in the chill

as the sun dips behind.

Whiskey clinks on ice,

I smile and say, 

'hey,

I am with you

tonight.'

It's languor.

A Flip

What door to knock on?

My thirst wanders and sighs.

Which fire more fierce?

of the tavern or

within you that resides.

Know not if one drowns

the pain of the other

or would the memory

ache and linger.

The ride unknown and lonely-

my lesser fate awaits

a flip of the coin to decide.

Ephemeral Woman

The armour of love cracks.

Maudlin tears

in abundance

fill the gaps.

She touched

in a way unknown.

Left me to rust-

my ephemeral woman.