Too much of thoughts,
Painful it gets.
When they are on trampoline,
But caged with net so that
They may not fall, but wish if they.
When walking on the new black tar,
The greens were more green.
May be the misted contrasts,
Of the morning, or its the coming spring.
From where i don’t know
Saw my mailman looking for an address
But in middle of the field and
Waiting for may be me?
Oh my grandma is there too
Pretty distant from
But could see searching my number
In her old pocket diary, which was kept
Under the cloth which has a turmeric stain.
May be I should buy a bigger room for my brain
A 4 bedroom hall flat would solve the space cringes
The loud freight train reminded me of the mobile workplace
Which I carry along every where
As big it is as it carries ammunition for a nation
Keeps chugging even at nights like a train.
No wall is enough to hold my brain,
Like the noisy tadpoles in the summer rain.
I have seen people walking inside the corridors of my eyes,
The silhouette figures of passing from left to right.
A feminine touch could share my space
What if her grandma appears
In my bed?