Well, I wrote this a month or so back while I was traveling (which is explicit in the content of the poem). Can't think of an appropriate title, thought of 'Travelers alone' but doesn't seem to fit that much. I'll appreciate suggestions guys.
I would like to meet you,
And fill your half empty table
Share a meal and talk of our travels
But when you look up
I see your eyes like mine,
Speak paranoia
I imagine
We’d chatter
Laugh
You up in my room
By morning
Seduced
You’d elope with my belongings
You imagine
We’d laugh
Chatter
I up in your room
By morning
Drugged, raped and robbed
You’ll find me gone
I confess, your imagined fate is worse than my fantasy
So, nothing.
We eat our meal and stay strangers.
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Do you know this is the first poem of yours that I've read, I now realize that you really are an awesome poet :-)
May 16, 2009 at 12:57 PM
hey ASHu...that was a gud one...keep it up buddy...
May 18, 2009 at 7:19 AM
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May 21, 2009 at 3:46 AM
Thanks*4
May 21, 2009 at 3:47 AM
You have really matured as a poet, compared to the last time I saw your work. It was a very long time ago, of course, but still.
Excellent work.
May 27, 2009 at 8:49 AM
Thanks Aneesh. Yeah I guess I have matured as a poet; from a hopeless romantic to a less hopeless one. The last poem of mine that I showed you was 'your eyes' I think; a long love sonnet admiring the eyes of my latest crush (back in high school). How things have changed since then.
June 1, 2009 at 2:10 AM
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About us
Once accustomed to each others daily company in a hexagonal room, looking not much unlike the 25 other odd male inhabitants in a conformity-intended ensemble, we occupied the same high school space. In running the risk of cliched nostalgic reminiscence; those were certainly days of bro-bonding like none other.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
