Voices

A loud bang on the door
A puff of the weed
Blaring music on the couch
A cat purring its last vows

The voices in my head are all that matter
They go round and round;they go pitter patter.

The honk of the car horn
The trailing sound a giggle
The bumpy road ahead
The click of the door knob

The voices in my head are all that matter
They go round and round,they go pitter patter

The burst of thunder
The swirl of a drink
The music of the stagger
The swear of the wings

The voices in my head are all that matter
They go round and round;they go pitter patter

The stir of the crowd
The sound of mourning
The eternal song of glory
The bliss of silence

The voices in my head are all that matter
They go round and round;they go pitter patter.

Effort is the word. It makes its presence felt in every day and every night that slowly glide themselves in, into our lives. The earth has to pull all its weight and make a perfect somersault for nights and days to rain. I do make efforts, plenty of them. But every hope crushes, every dream crashes and many smiles wear away, with what comes back. All my efforts are made by an alien, someone I cannot identify with, to drag herself out of this stinking world.Yes,there are priceless returns ,maybe a steaming cup of coffee, as I watch the raindrops pushing their way on the glass window pane ,making a cascade of abstracts. What can I say? Life is beautiful!

Birds...Ahh liberated souls. Can fly across the globes, without passport-checks and renewals; VISA interviews; not to forget the enormous amounts that we need to shell out from our pockets, that we earn after filling up oceans with our sweat drops. No yellow journalism, no Narmads bachao andolans, no election bribes, no pathetic performances in Olympics, no uneducated netas to bully them, no corrupted grassroots, no animated fake smiles, no liquor bans………..

Idly pondering I made a wish, symbolically looking at the skies. Some day, I wish I could Represent only myself…soaring in the skies above the hypocrisy and the fakeness of the world.True, I can never change the already tried-out and existing ways of the world. I do not even wish to. I just make a wish…that someday I could

Cliches and caffeine.

The fusion of endeavours by two individuals results in a never ending mirage. The piece of conversation that I despise the most, "Is everything fine? You seem to be indifferent."

"No, baby.Everything's fine.", with a fake smile.

Often I find myself asking the question.After quite a few milestones on a myriad roads, my mind still goes blank at the prospect of something going haywire.

I start yearning for the comfort that caffeine offers.I suddenly miss the conversations and feel the void.I begin to look for signs and to hate the vibes in the room.Everything just seems to be fine. But the single line of thought going in different projectile directions seems to reach the zenith of confusion.The network is jammed And I cannot reach anymore nomore.

The sun has set, bringing down with it every spirit in my soul.

The sun has set the moment you walked in.

At the end of the day ,I tell myself that everything is fine.But I know I'm lying.