Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Off ease!

I am a stranger,
to this place- the strangest,
amidst a mist,
of an irrational rationale,
and unaddressed aims,
of these well-dressed souls,
who are homeless,
though not house-less.
They are all going somewhere,
but never coming.



They run a race,
for no place,
as its against the time,
and the time one takes,
is what the time takes.
There they go,
runnin' way into the future,
shunnin' away from the present.
They are all going somewhere,
but never coming.



They run miles,
tossing false smiles,
and stupid tepid wishes,
The reasonless yet relentless
retention of pretention.
There they go,
runnin' to be someone,
shunnin' away from themselves.
They are all going somewhere,
but never coming.



They run down,
draining their lives,
honing their knives,
and when they hang-up the boots,
they won't have the fruits.
There they go,
runnin' hard to earn a life,
shunnin' away from the one they have.
They are all going somewhere,
but never coming.



This is so bad.
I am going mad.
Not a moment I can stay,
let me run far away.
I run to a station,
"Which one?" I ask one,
"Work-station!" he says,
seemed a familiar face,
"what about the place?",
"its your work place,
wake up sir", he said,
and offered the tea.
The time is just three,
'm not yet free to flee.

5 comments:

Rini said...

Whoa! That was amazing.

I loved the way it flows.
"They run down,
draining their lives,
honing their knives,"- BRAVO!! :D

vandith said...

You still are a stranger... strange to the world...

punchagan said...

As 9ly as ever!

There they go,
runnin' hard to earn a life,
shunnin' away from the one they have.

Let's run for the sake of running!

Forrest Gump - That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.

सु said...

nice one ra! its been ur way...
Distance between my home and me is three and half years...I miss my home but yes I run for a cause which I like! I am happy! I run to stop and turn back...

punchagan said...

There they go,
runnin' hard to earn a life,
shunnin' away from the one they have.

Wonder, where we go. How we go. Why we go.