Never by a house far from the school I've learnt in these 17 years Mine one's quite far It's good though Least they say so Anyways
As bell rings to dismiss our tardy souls I run and hop on the van Bigger boys crack crude, sexist joke on the way back home I sit silently Revolting within Wonder if they'll change Whatever
The van stops unexpectedly, punctured, On a crossroad, I'm on my own now I walk towards an auto He says 15 I sit in the one which costs a rupee less Great savings!
In front of me is an old, poor man Blind I presume(not the driver) I wonder how he gets by Somehow, definitely I wonder how they live
Next me sits a boy of same age Staring at the formulae In preparation for his engineering exams Since he was I glance at his doodles Sad Whether he'll pass I wonder Whether he wants to.... Nevertheless
I stop at the park near my home That's the farthest they'll go He checks the coins diligently and vrooms away I amble Beneath the summer sky They cut a tree for the cable They always do I guess that's more important
Posters of manifestos Of various parties lie round Selling dreams To those who'll buy
***** stenches as I near the street A Mercedes goes by I look round Ignoring the girl begging Like everyone else 'They'll buy drugs' My mom says 'So what?' I wonder some days Anyhow
The lanky mad dog Who's nobody's Never will be anybody's Welcomes me As I open the gate
The rest of the days less eventful Internal turmoils Seem vainer In the daylight
We get by Somehow Hanging on a thread Of unfulfilled dreams
Everyone strives For something better All don't get it But.. Nonetheless
I will never have the privilege to call you mine. I will never hold you in my arms. I will never kiss you. I will never have those long talks in the middle of the night with you. I will never wake up laying next to you. I will see you being happy without me. With someone that isn’t me. And I just have to accept that we were never meant to be.
A slow painful death but even then it would not compare to all the pain and suffering I had to endure. I don’t want to waste my breath on you, Neither my ink so I’ll stop writing here before I say something I won’t regret.
You make me so sad, you don’t make me angry. Seeing you like this makes me sad.