The Disgorge

Not Mine Though !!!

Bit of success, mild failure,

Fancy bet or simply frustrate.

Emptied bottles, little movement,

Jiffy of joy and the other man inside says 'hi'.

He is confident, he is not afraid,

Yet he is unstable and uncertain.

Few more bottles and few more jokes,

Seconds of anger and few more smokes.

Time is now to write history,

Madness for now and for future cool story.

And a sudden rush inside the body

A wave says 'Not any more'

'I can't stand this unreal pressure, the foreign liquid

The complicated mixture

Let there be some air, let there be some disgust and pain

Promise you won't do it ever again'

Another wave and it's all out

Jokes and camaraderie, fun and finish

Some pity and some good old water

The scratched throat, the dizzy brain,

The crooked friends but all are mine.

Some other day I'll break the promise and cross the limits

Those Footsteps

Showered for minutes and the place is repelled,
Foot impressions of kids and cattle,
Looks as if they fight an unnamed battle,
Somehow their life is sustained. 


Those steps could have been invisible
on a nice plain road,
The steps could have been approaching
a school,
The steps carry a bucket of mud
as an illusive water to bathe,
The steps is what our feet hates. 


A little we know about them, a lot we feel about;
A little they know, in which country they live;
A little they know, of where those steps will lead;
A little they think, what's their need. 


Compelled, resisted and diseased with poverty;
Yet they always wish of only pity.
Pity gives them food, pity gives them clothes;
In return they give their ignorant votes.


Unfortunate that you fight for an uncertain tomorrow,
Irony that you're that diamond which won't shine,
Will take an eternity for someone to hear your pain,
Keep looking for some angel to drop in the chain.