early morning before my time,
wake up to goundamani’s rhyme,
start meezik plays in my ears; suddenly I remember
Its already past my scheduled wake
all I can now do is make haste
walking around fiddling my thumbs
waiting for transport or more like some rum
neatly dressed like I’ve never been; I walk
into the mist searching the unseen.
Arrive at the place an hour before asked
twiddling thumbs and beating heart
my name called out I enter the den
shocked to find paper and pen!
I haven’t written in 4 years I protest!
nothing is easy in this life: I detest
looking through numbers and figures
wishing it was megan fox’s rears
Asked to ‘solve’ some problems I was
shocking that I cant really figure myself out
said some gyan worked some style
all the while shaking inside
finally asked to take my leave
what happened? I know not, fate not sealed?
all day looking at the phone my God
I hope I don’t wallow, but didnt I just start?