Tale of A Samosa-wala

There stands a man
With folded sleeves and folded pants.
Breathing out exhaustion and wearing a cap.
His eyes keep searching for a bus to come.
He keeps scrounging the furthest end of the road for a bus to come.
Then suddenly the muscles under his face tighten,
The exhaustion is swept away by hope.
He sees a rickety bus dashing towards him.
As the rattling engine comes nearer, 
He reaches out for the basket of samosas which were once piping hot,
But are cold now.
His hands search for some green chilies,
while his eyes remain fixed on the bus.
He hurriedly cleans his greasy hands  with a soiled cloth,
picks up the basket and runs towards the stop.
He remains unaware of the reality until he comes near.
He is not alone,
Several others ,some carrying baskets on their head and some on their 
shoulders,are there already.
An uneasiness grips him,
His train of thoughts is stopped by horn that made a blaring sound .
His consciousness comes to the present and he finds himself alone.
Through the hazy window of thebus he sees the men selling their eatables.
Knowing that he has missed his chance, disappointed is he now, 
Hangs his head low and drags his heavy feet and goes back.
He stands there again,waiting for a bus to come again.

Something Belonged to Me Once

I remember that something belong to me once,
The memory is quite hazy though.
It was life maybe.
Not sure, maybe.

It was the tryst with destiny,
A rendezvous with death.
That took place that day and robbed me of my breath.
A misadventure some would say and fate for others,
Whatever it was, it happened all of a sudden.

Lovely was the weather and a lake shrouded in the mist,
Who would have seen it coming, who was ready for the twist.

Among the laughter of the children and frolics in the loch,
Rose a shrill voice, silencing all.
Voice tearing the air, piercing the ears,
Widening the eyes and sending shivers.

A score of eyes groped every inch of water,
None could find what was the matter.

The question is where was I amongst all the commotion ?
Amusing is the answer, that's my notion.

Somewhere underneath the sheets of Adam's ale.
Brawling with the water, turning pale.
Shook,swallowed, struggled in pain,
Felt my lungs bursting out but every effort in vain.

Summoned all the strength and sprang to the top,
Had expected, will bob to the surface like a cork.
Nothing like that happened, nine feet turned to ninety.
What a foolish plan it was, shouldn't have it so lightly.

Sheer, stark terror seized me then, 
Terror that knew no understanding, knew no control.
My lungs ached, head throbbed, 
I got dizzy, knew I could not bear it any more.
I went down and down and down, endlessly,
Water with a yellow glow devoured me.
Paraplegic was I and then all the efforts ceased,
Yellowish water filled the spaces as all the air was released.

Blackness swept over the brain, wiped out fear and terror,
No more fighting and no more tremors.
It was quite and peaceful, tender like mother's arms.
I passed into oblivion into the recess of the abysmal depths
To sleep till eternity as curtains of life fell.

I woke up again, thought of penning down this short tale .
before it got rusted by the tides of time.
I shall continue telling my adventures,
Stories and reminiscences that are sublime.

Intoxication:The Story

Far away from the city’s blazing lights

Away from the race, away from the fights

Lies a room full of smokes

Full of despair and withering hopes

A group of young souls sitting together

All equal, no one a bellwether

They smoke.

They smoke up and smoke down, drink and make merry

For the spirits are all rugged and weary

Treating themselves to the elixir of Satan

As if nothing is left, everything has been taken

The fraternity is strongest of all

An implicit resolution, never to fall

All they need is just an ear to lend

To pour their heart out and a heart to mend

They confess, cry and bleed

Sad, scary and very sad indeed.

The world has been cruel

Mean and vindictive.

And alcohol is very

Very, very addictive.

It traces down the pains to its roots.

Deep down in catacombs full of soot

People curse, blame and shout,

But no one will ever find out.

The sad tales of dilemmas and disillusions.

Long stories of confusion, insanity and conclusions.

Tries, they do, efforts, they make.

the rooms drag them back,telling them the world beyond is absolutely fake.

It sings them a lullaby, makes them sleep.

Pities and gives them dreams to keep.

They doze off, safe and soundly.

But the city,

The city still carries on.