13th February '08

The flow flows into me

I’m shaking my ass
On a wretched chair

Grouchy morning
Still a day which starts bad
Thankfully only betters

Why don’t I like the tea here?
I could do with a few sips
Only if the cheeni was kum

I like my dainty sturdy shoes
They fall with a thud
But walk petite with its bow-button

Is this free verse, my friend?
Or am I on the unconscious pattern again?
I wonder?
I really do.

Smiles smiles smiles all the way
We had
The memories clicked
As we explored homes away from home

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

free bird, you..it's like the cage door is open, and you don't know what to do...