On my sad days
You sit in front of a sea...
Your face indifferent,smiling peculiarly...
Like you say...
Perhaps it will rain...
Someday I’m gonna call you
And ask you...
Have you seen dude?
Have you seen the beauty of the demon?
And may be it was a demon,
Or may be not
And every rain drop I can get my tongue on...
Is it sweet or is it sour?
But as the ice melts ...
The waiter is always ready...
And I ask to bring me more rain...
And on spooky grass we lie hand in hand...
Between arbitrary abstract structures
A car is burning
A lone scavenger flew reverse way
So, I sat beside the boot space,
Will it be okay if I light a cigarette?
“So,how did it go?” you asked...
Silence or sarcasm?
There was enough silent bullshit
Sarcasm!!! Nah!!!
What the hell?
Between my scavenger and abstract
I lit the second cigarette
It was a hideous act...
“were you crazy?” you later asked...
In slow seductive whispers,
Like you were sleeping in my arms
Like you miss me...
