sometimes,

and,to not think much.

But,think a hell lot.

i am mysteriously quiet.

on all that requires my speech.

 

there are times,

i am overwhelmed,

have less clues.

and those are times,

i thud,land..

on the tarmac of gross reality.

 

the weather is not fine,

Captain warns,

i insist,he opens the emergency wings.

 

or take me down,

with the disturbed pitch.

 

something,i can’t make of this.

but,flight has landed already.

 

with me in it.

 

sitting staring at my dream!

the word ‘shopping’frightens me

and all they say,shopping heals

to me,i get creeps.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

i do not know what i do.

do i talk with the things.

do they talk back with me.

is there a world between two of us,

which we live,at first.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

 

and,one day.

i kneel on my knee,

propose to that one,very some thing.

 

and,lovingly bring it home with me.

 

i do not call this ‘shopping’.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

 

those smallest of small things,

 

people call,shopping

Work is like what..

and,i think priorities must be just all sorted, in mind?

lemme think.

a drug,to me.

religion to me.

you take away,my routine.

i crib.

i act,weaned.

i want,stray.

betrayed.

 

this is only,one thing my mind is ‘trained’.

and tuned.

to stay patient,pursuasive,persistent.

and,disciplined.

 

this must be a conjugal bond,

an inane relationship.

 

till death does us part,

the likes of as that.

may be.