Rum ‘n’ I

One March afternoon,
Drenched in Norwester,
She and me
Became we in a bar.

Each drank to the brim.
Throat ached, ears heated up,
Pulse increased in feverish warmth…
The mind registered nothing else.

Rainbow laughter days
Filled ashtray nights
Dreams dreamt and forgotten
In a canvas of hallucination

One, Two, Three, Four,
Many more to come…
I’m full,
The peg, empty.

Buying Miracles

Once upon a time, the bell tolled.
And people thought it was lucky!

They gathered around the square,
Eager for the news that’ll change their lives.
Media waited for the breaking news,
Mass waited for the annual budget.
The esquire waited for a stock market miracle.

The sun rose higher,
Yet the wait continued…
The meek and the mighty,
For the first time stood together
All eager for the lucky draw
Who doesn’t wanna be rich??

Finally, came the controller.
In his starched clothes and polished boots,
On the dais, almighty to the multitude.

“Big Bang! Diwali Dhamaka!
Bano Crorepati! Phodo Pataka!!”

Nothing much happened.
Big B stood up,
Stephen Hawkins sighed,
But the expectant multitude waited…

“Let’s buy a miracle,” cried someone.
And each sold what they had.
A Big B movie ticket, free popcorns and Pepsi
A Hawkins thesis, with free Nescafe

Finally they went home, satisfied.
Having bought an illusion of a miracle.

A Different Song

I've been high on dope, mama
I've been a bit too high.
I've dreamt of changing rules, mama
That too were wee bit high.

What's the limit of dreams, mama
Before they shatter down?
What the limit to dope, mama
Before they bring you down?

I've dreamt of doves, mama
Dreamt of sky and roses.
Dreamt to stand my own, mama
For my beliefs and causes.

Was it all a dream, mama?
Just a lullaby song?
Why didn't you tell the truth, mama?
And sang a different song?

Finally! Finally I managed time and enthusiasm to pen down this part. Welcome folks! Welcome to Baby Universes.

This was pending for a long time. My blog. My own space. To let you go through the craps I pen down in fit on a hallucination. Won’t wish you happy reading. But definitely wish you a pleasant journey through the galaxy. More pieces will be coming up. Keep waiting.

Cheers!

The Next Big Bang

What if the world blasts right now?
Would there be a chronicle? At least a media clip?
Would you get time for the long departing kiss
As in Titanic, the Movie?

How would your girl feel?
A lone soul on Noah’s Arc,
With her unfulfilled desires.
Will she call you a looser?
Or will she showcause the world?

The answers are coming my friend.
Wait for the next big bang.