Sunday, August 24, 2008

a happy day

how long have i longed for days,
which are happy like today.
there's something springy in the air and me,
the time feels like an endless month of may.

i woke up to a bright and chilly morn,
after a sleep as short as a nap.
cleaned up and had breakfast,
every step and minute seemed to fill in the gap.

then as the sun came up bright and searing,
i'm on this bus to somewhere for some work.
no clue, what awaited me at the end,
and in my mind i let my doubts lurk.

with a close friend and friend probables,
who as the sun would pass i would, with, bond.
we reached our destination, a world,
a new one, never experienced, but looking fond.

we entered the foreign grounds,
not knowing what fate beheld there.
never knowing that it would,
place us at such heights of pleasure, OMG where.

as we walked out of the grounds,
our minds filled to the brim with ecstasy.
it was a story from a book,
something we wanted, as good as a fantasy.

our bodies tired, our bellies growling,
we sought then to quench both.
as the sun crossed the heights of its peak,
we were at the Empire, on its froth.

then came the "chaats"[slime - you clumsy fool! ;)] and "parathas",
and a small table to support.
and we ate, as we must, and we did,
not a morsel remaining, as was the report.

followed then the ice-creams and challenges,
thrown open but no time to spare.
ice-creams were from the shop called ideal,
the service of which, we could rather not bare.

but that's a spot we must pass,
as other things which are sour.
so i will finish this, not push it,
stretch it or bend it and say no more.

dedicated to the day we made the trip to St. Joseph's Engineering College, and the fun time we had.

regards
sudhir poi

3 comments:

Vikram said...

Nice one! Another budding poet eh?

tarantinofan said...

What a poem maga! As the adage goes, don't cry over spilt Khasta Chaat.

Sudhir said...

who's crying man???
i'm happy and tats how it begins...

if u r talking about the khasta chaat - well, tat disappeared off my mind and shirt a few minutes after your clumsiness, only to reappear here.