DORMITORY
The city is busy,
people are busy,
Desire has one
dimensional spirit
Just finish the work,
and return home.
There is no miracle,
only routine work.
Lodging only first
priority for staying night,
Food is bound to be
taken in roadside hotels
Or cooking sometimes
available that roommates
Make the arrangement,
own performance.
The account what they
do in working days,
They go out in the
morning for work-place
How deep they feel in
their life of speedy schedules
Bosses, workers,
roads, busses, trains, vehicles
Run run run, sounds of
a groaning city,
Packed busses,
sweating, songs in the mobile phones,
Engagements - all run
on the day time
They return in the
evening, just in the room,
Beds, side by side,
cots, just throwing away sweat
Soaked garments, a
little rest, then moving
For taking night meal,
either cooked or
Purchased from hotels,
then gossips with
Fellow roommates, or
with wife or children
Tucking mobile phones
into the ear, all time.
HOME
Enough time spent on
talking
Sometimes playing with grandson,
Sometimes with wife’s
emblazonment,
Within her talking
habits while taking
Diabetic pills, she
expresses she married
A demon, instead of
human being,
She is living in his
demonic plethora,
Enough has been done
within joy of love.
Sweet passage passed
over time
Fairness is just one
year’s excitement,
Everything is out of
reach, yet living together
Everybody is adult and
argues with stripping pomp,
Setting of hearts
another chapter
As if somebody takes
away spilled water
Over orbit of the
earth, now living with
Residuals of word,
love, paying something hope.
