New Day

'Twas about all that jazz & more
Dilemmas & dire straits
Trippin' the light fantastic toe
In cacophony of the invisible
Jived all night
All nights.

As the trumpet flower blooms
Night changes to noon
Troupe recedes
Ocean fades
Snow dries up
Tonight, I dance alone.

Get on with it. NOW.

To hell with hating love
loving smiles
To hell with confusions
cherishing nights
To hell with the sprained neck
hurting knees
To hell with vacations
wanting relief
To hell with life
living it up

Get back to work.

.

Befriended
Understood
Left
Understood
Loved
Understood
Abandoned
Understood
Confused
Understood
Betrayed
Understood
Reloved
Undertsood
Lost
Understood
Bruised
Understood
Broken
Understood

Misunderstood
Understood.

As I chew over....

Driving to work today, I came across a scene today. I dare to call it a 'scene' because I slowed down for 10 seconds and drove on. Now I sit at my desk and wonder what else should/could I've done.

Traffic had slowed down at the stretch near Lado Sarai Petrol pump; all I could figure out during the 10 seconds when I pressed the brakes in my car and slowed down was this.....A group of people were standing around a body. Two were trying to revive him through CPR. Others were standing and looking. I remember thinking "Should I stop?" What would I do if I do stop? Someone, hopefully, must've called an ambulance. Someone, hopefully, would take him to the hospital. As I strained through the rear view and hoped to find a moving body, praying for God to help him, my colleague who'd seen it too broke the silence and said "I made burger yesterday.".

The Week After....

You wake up with a strange taste in your mouth
Empty bottles outside with rested tempest inside

You've been transported somehow

Spilled ash marks your track
You get up with a busy head, trying to make sense
Silence follows...then a smile...then silence.

The next day you wash it off
You go out to get fresh air into your lungs
To get fresh sights into your head
You bump into smiles and confusion, again.

For days, rain follows you wherever you go
And so does a confused smile.
You love rain
And you cherish the smile.

It comes and goes
As and when it pleases itself
Slowly dissolving into time

Aren't you glad you have a bad memory?
Aren't you glad you'll soon be forgetting everything?
Aren't you glad your conscience is clear?

Then, how come you're not smiling anymore?