Found this amongst some old stuff:
A torrid time in the train
an hour and half off schedule.
Things made worse by the rain,
even if you dont go by the rule.
A night to remember,
the diamond sky, filled with stars
with people around that came from Mars
looking a li'l sinister.
A man asleep at my feet
makes me shift my leg uncomfortably
A snore fom three lofts away
where sleep three on a seat.
And yet, neither of the two
seem perturbed by the thundering.
poor me, sitting alone, thinking aloud.
And wondering.
this was just around 5 years back, coming back home on a train, having been annoyingly fallen in love with seth's golden gate for the n th time after having first read it when my brother was in the state iwas in then, just after the all important +2.
wondering now whether folly committed is reversible or not ?
3 comments:
it was a time when so many follies were committed - brough back fond memories... keep posting
life is a flower!,
its always been a problem with me. cant write unless am compelled to so posts only come when they come.
wellwishers insist that practice makes good, educated writing, i know but am too lazy and uninspired to write just to be writing.
n don know why life is a flower?
anyways good, keep writing...i love your way (of all other things) of writing...
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