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Akshat Mar 2018
school ke pehle Din mile the, Rote Rote Sab aye the par tum has rahe the.
Usi baat se rote rote me chup hua tha aur wahi se dosti ka pehla chapter shuru hua.
Padhai ke chor Hum washroom Break ke bahane aadha lecture bunk Krte the.
Break me 15 ki sandwich aur 10 ka juice aur kaha koi kharche the.
7 bje se pehle agr barish hogi to scl nhi jaenge aur usi ki chutti Milte hi barish me jam ke nahaenge .
Result ke din kiska Kam ayega uspe shart lagti thi aur agr uska zada Aya to ye sochke bht phat ti thi.
Mere saamne shart harke Jeet ta hmesha tu hi Tha , kuch nhi pada yr bolke topper banta tu hi Tha... Jhuta saala!!.
Pehli baar kisi ldki ko dekhte dekhte tumne mujhe dekh Lia tha ,uske saamne usi ke Naam se chidane ka zimma tumne le Lia tha .
Teacher ne jab daat ke bahar hmko khara Kia Tha , class room se zada bhr hmne seekh Lia tha.
Aakhri baar jab aakhri din ham mile the kai wade hamne kr lie the.
Par tab shuru Hui zindagi ki asli class, alg school me admission no same class.....are Koi naa alg school Hai to Kya hua har week Milte rhenge par Sach btae dost aur kitna khud ko dhakte rhenge .
Pehle milke plan banate the ab Milne ka plan banta hai........in sab me kahi kho si gayi Hai hmari zindagi.
Kaha Hai yr Mera vo school Wala dost kaha Hai.......
Terry Collett Nov 2016
I placed the Camus book
face down on the canteen table

other nurses sat over the way talking
looking at some magazine

smoke rose from a cigarette
put on the side of an ashtray

I sipped my coffee
and looked down
at the bumf on the back cover
of the book
The Outsider
by Albert Camus
and other black print

I felt an outsider
outside the circle
of behind the back talk
the chitchat of this and that

I thought the mentally ill patients
more desirable company
with their smiles
and odd stares
and drooling mouths

I thought about Natanya
the night before
us at it in the bed

she holding me
about the waist
me looking down at her
at her black hair
her eyes gazing

the bed rocking away
she maybe thinking what
her kids might think
might say

a nurse got up
from the table
and laughed about something
then she went on her way
out the door

the other three sat
and talked about her
probably or more likely
me.
IN A HOSPITAL CANTEEN IN 1975.
Terry Collett Oct 2016
The guys lounge in chairs
in the worker's canteen
smoking and chatting
and swearing
ogling page 3 girls,

I read
Spinoza's Ethics
Deus in omnibus,

two girls from
the upstairs office
enter to use
the drink machine
slim dames
one blonde
one brunette
ignore the guys
as they fathom
the machine's guide,

Dio in tutte le cose
I read not gazing
at the dames
but smelling
the scents of them
alluring,

hey Sheila
how was it
last night?
You give him
some huh?

Said girl
looks daggers
pulls a face
looks away,

I turn a page
then look up
capture nearest
girl's fruits
then back to Spinoza
eyes on the page,

guess she did
Lewis says
others guffaw
eyeing the two dames
wanting to paw,

ignore them
they're just too rude
the other dame says
waiting for the drink cup
to fall,

The world would be happier
if men had the same
capacity to be silent
that they have to speak
Spinoza wrote I read,

the girls depart
with their drinks
nice ***
you've got you two
Kev says smiling
watching them disappear
with guffaws and a cheer,

I close the book
their scent remains
lingering in the air
as if in a dream
they're still there.
GIRLS ENTER A WORKER'S CANTEEN IN 1977.
AvengingPoet Dec 2014
i don’t wanna do anything
and it'd be nice
if someone could tell me why
but
i don’t think they could.

i fill up my canteen with water
even though i don’t need anymore water
because i drank enough today
but
i’ll still take some more.

i’d like to say i am optimistic
and i am
cautiously
but
i wake up every morning and that optimism washes away.

at night
that optimism comes
and i feel so ambitious
but
i wake up again and it is gone.

i don’t wanna do anything
and that terrifies me the most.

— The End —