Friday 18 May 2007

You...


Day one of his 22 odd day long vacation,
Day 'n' of a 22 year odd long frustration.
Sleep in the eyes,sleep in the head,
But for how long can he hang on to the bed.
Thoughts in worse tangles than the hair,
Who is goin where,who is here and who is there,
Why for all the heavens should he care?
But then the common man has got nothing else to do,
So all he can think about is you.
And then it dawns, that you are busy,
Taking time out ain't all that easy.

Waiting for you, he switches over to the paper,
Wondering what it has got to offer.
Some freaking Bachchan is sloggging 18 hours a day at 65,
Someone named Lara is going great guns at 37,
Some Olympian prodigy Thorpe retires at 24,
Someone has not even begun at 22.

It was mornin now, it's noon so soon,
Should he idle it away till it's moon.
Guess he'd try and get some more sleep,
Sleep - the refuge from sum creep,
They call it boredom.
It has its own huge kingdom.
People do their best to get that thing called freedom,
Freedom from boredom.

They work,they shirk,
They learn, they earn,
They play, they pray,
If that doesn't help, they pay.
They sing, they cling,
They worry. Yeh, they even marry,
They make bids, they have kids,
They dance, waitin for der chance...

And then by chance, a glance at the mirror.
Is it shame, is it pain, is it horror?
Wrinkles have taken over the pimples,
There was a cavity in some gum,
Now there ain't no teeth.
He hated the tangles in his hair,
Now the strands ain't there.

And halo.......
What does he see!!!
What does he feel!!!
There's a tear now, as there was a tear then.
It still feels warm, as it trickles down those wrinkled cheeks,
It felt warm as it trickled down those freckled cheeks.

The 60 year old common man that he is,
He has got nothing left to do.
He is still waiting for you,
To kill time, he can't read the paper anymore,
His eyes don't support him, as they used to before.

So he thinks about you,
You, the dog who peed with four legs down....
You, the hog who ate away all his meals......
You, the log that never woke up for class....
You, the fog that took away everything he loved.....
You, the rogue that stole his heart and disappeared.....
You...

1 comment:

Shru said...

hey some really nice poems in here!..will comment soon..aferreading each one of them!rite now a lil tied up..till then keep blogging!