A ride in the metro
is always an adventure.
Getting coins for departure.
Waiting for the trains.
with baggage in hands.
Roughed up buns.
Messed shirts.
Oversized sweaters.
skinny jeans.
converse shoes.
Green bag.
Glasses on.
earphones in.

The metro runs like a bird
running for rescue
of her child in trouble.
Blows off all the hair.
trying to gather balance,as
it almost blew me off.

getting in is a mission.
for first timers like me,
we like to be polite
and let others get in
and get out
before we could.
even if it meant you have to
wait for another to come in.


Getting in was an
ACCOMPLISHMENT.
with all people staring at you.
like you are welcomed as
an angel in hell.
i manage to get a hold of a handle.
surviving till your stop is
horrendous.
ranging from
smelly armpits
to foul smelled oiled hair
to watching cheap gel
used on scanty hair,
to seeing weird chick humming songs
as if nobody;s watching them lip sync
as if they were
auditioning fro their life's
biggest concert
to people staring you
like you'll just get *****,
to guys reading scandalous and
****** news
deeply interested
to people who like it
when girls fall on them.

Its a funny trip.
to girls talking about how
romantic is their friend's boyfriend
to couples getting an excuse
to get close to each other
and holding hands.
Wow.


A metro ride is
a new adventure
altogether.
everyday.New people.
New places.
New experiences.
NEW life.
NEW everything.

I liked it today.
for a change.
sigh.

Promises.
I love to swear.
Promises.
I try to keep up to.

A new year has arrived.
So,I'm on a high to make some more.

I shall not strive to be the most
prettiest
I shall try to feel good
in my own skin.

I shall not try to be known to everybody
To be famous.
I'm no fame monster but,i like to be known.

I will try not to cut myself
at times when i feel weak,
and rather
prove myself that
i can resist my wrath
and stay strong,
even when it makes me veins burst
out of anger and desperation
to bleed some more
and let go of my pains.

i shall try and not make sandcastles in the winds,
cause they fall
tumble down,
into grains of sands
and it hurts
as my dreams are grand and
hard at the same time.

I shall try not to think of you and realise you're not free
enough to miss me,
at times
when i get terrible hiccups.
i wont

I shall try and not be a ***** in front of my friends,
trying to be funny
and made fun of instead.

I think,i must try and keep my originality undercover,
b'*** this way
i wont bury it
nor reveal it.
*** with originality brings criticism.
Which a girl like me,
would break down.
Weak girls cant stand it.


I will try and be more calm and sensible as
losing either of them,
makes me a fool
in front of the world.

Promises.
I love to keep.
Promises.
I love to withhold .
Each year.
Promises.
they're hard to keep.
promises,maybe i wont be able to
keep up to them.
Really.