Sunday, September 6, 2009

pink elephant.

the wind is in the hair,

as i wait to see the place,

as u ride faster and chat,

the white bars are single line,

they ended into a narrow lane,

with wide pot holes everywhere,

they are dry,there was sun after the rain,


you ride real slow,i feel like always...


i knot my head,with the rubberband...

i stretch,i stretch...


yeah the potholes,they are quite dry,
there is dust,there was heavy sun after the little rain..


but on what's left,the mosquitoes,
do dwell...they can sing,
even when it's all pee and famine!

the cows and the ox strayed,
do they mate?when do they mate?

there big solemn eyes,say,
they are like that grand pa,homeless..
with wrinkles under the broken frame...


i know about them dogs,
today they just forage...

thier gait,suggests,
they are like that beggar,with needs,
content with the choice made...


you park the vehicle,to face the tall wall...
i take a not so deep breath,to smell the stench...

the air stays,never moves,
like the crowd hustling inside,
calculating about the best buy...

you buy me a gift,i accept...
'cos it's the t-shirt with a pink elephant...

as i try run down the escalator,
i feel a fall,and i wake up in the bed...
i know,i am no different,i am as love less...

i sleep again,i dislocate.
to the foot of a hill,a stream flows there...

and as i stand,looking at small pebbles,
through the green waters,
there is a pink elephant,sliding down with a smile...

as it climbs up to slide down again,
i don't read it's eyes,or comprehend it's gait...

i just smile,
'cos in some time,
the pink elephant will fly...


and shower love all over,with a trumpet,
and the mosquitoes will die...even as it rains...