Hitchhiker's tale

Ramblings from today...It feels great to update after so long.

I hop from one to the other
to reach, where the lady is waiting.
I drink from the milk of human kindness
and I drink hard
to get drunk
but my feet won't stagger,
I won't fall,
I won't throw up.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

I enjoy the sights,
all that the road has to show.
Green and concrete,
Old and new.
but I am not lost in history
nor in philosophy.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

Diary of an A-League Girl

Day 1-

Ah! he pines away the night,

while I, his thoughts,

stay impervious to him, in my world.

As neutral to him,

as neutral can be.

Amused at his love -

so unrewarding and hopeless.

Sympathetic....

Sympathetic - nothing else.

Day 20-

He looks at me funnily,

longing dripping off his eyes.

I pretend not to see him,

his face, his sad drooping eyes.

Poor soul,

so hopeless and waste-

Why dream of stars

you know, you'll never get!

Day 101-

And he never looked at me,

whole day,

I passed by him thrice.

The hypocrite -

he had promised to love me

all his life.

Any way, it doesn't matter

I am way beyond his league!

Day 120-

Hey, its a month now

and he didn't look at me -

not one day.

I know it for a fact coz

I was looking at him

all these days!

What does he think of him, that moron,

the vile, wretched man.

So, suddenly his love is over?

that lying, ass of a man.

Its good, I could see through him

didn't fall for any of his lies.

What do I care?

Oh no, I don't.

He is just a dumbass,

vile, wretched man.

a drunk man

Dedicated to one of my drunk friend at a certain drunken night.

And the night

he gulped a bottle down,

the galleries trembled

at his madness.

the stairways swayed with him.

His rocking motion,

to and fro.

No mortal soul dare come near him-

No man, no dog

and not even a fly.

The moon hid back in terror,

even stars trembled at his sight.

The night he gulped the bottle down

he looked a man possessed -

exorcists were called.

the saddest love story

It was the saddest of them all-

the stories of love

that ever were writ,

except she never once had said

Oh dear, I love you.