Far from Home

Painted in multi-color,
I wanted to sue the host,
but I ain't a lawyer.

Aroused by the massage,
I wanted to marry the lad,
but I ain't taking that passage.

Drowned in the cookie,
I wanted to speak,
now, its all a blur.

Am i sleeping or its a deep blue sea?
Please, see past the waves,
I am more than just a fantasy.

The weed hasn't kicked in yet,
smoke's not cleared,
guess what - I am winning every Poker lot.

The ride, with slow brakes, is hard to steer,
Its Jack's car, life ain't so different,
if accompanied by a Belgium beer

The road is smooth, and the lane is set,
yet, there are warm clouds,
Its Nelly's smoke, life ain't like that.

I guess, 'm far from home,
though, it feels like home,
the blue sky and the warm sun,
Nelly and Jack, with a bun.


Saurabh.

Road Trip

On the foggy window glass,

In the snow that raw,

My finger rubbed past the dew,

To catch a glimpse,

Of fog and benumbed,

Outside of the car window.

My eyes desire a little sunshine,

My skin, a little warmth.

Ears urge for her chirping,

Lips, the touch of hers,

Hands, a stroke in her hairs,

Body, to have a shadow besides hers.

The sun shined shyly over the meadows,

To hide back in clouds,

As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day.

Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost,

Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm,

Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath.

Relishing in my state- haywired,

A smile played on her, if only, for an instant,

to leave me mortified.

My devotion for her- untouched.

Masked, my feelings rattled,

Green eyed- I explode.

Saurabh.

Letting go!

The toys, that broke,

The promises those never fulfilled,

Deals, that never closed,

The walks those ceased,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The memories, that soaked,

The straw u wanted,

The umbrella, that reverted,

The leg that limped,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The nail bites that never healed,

The bite, that resembled a kiss,

The tears that never stopped,

the breaths with steady sobs,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Conversations, those abrupted,

'coz of the gleam in your eyes,

Future, that went awry,

All, but is an illusion,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Tak.