Funny thing happened this sunday when I was in Bangalore. I was sitting with a couple of friends and we were celebrating at Barista. While enjoying our coffee delights, I went into my little "Akshay's Smoke time". I excused myself and duly came out. I lit my fag, and my thoughts flew into oblivion. I started to scribble on a little flyer I picked up from the coffee shop.... I can see the Bangalore traffic speeding by... People around me, all in the highest of spirits and the city fully alive.. Its a little cold outside... I smile... I wish for a warm and cosy hug and I scribble away... I found the flyer in my laptop bag this evening and this is what it said...
Leaving plates of surprises
filled with memories
I choose to ignore the buzzing machine
Instead I yearn to enjoy
the best meal ever cooked
Everyone hates it when I get like this
Serene... silent
But they dont see what's inside
Clarity screaming out loud
Little notes instead of a conversation
I offer
All I can see is the world chattering without a script
Ground beneath me is just turning fluid
Bike rides and breezing air
I just sit there
Wishing they could smell
the cinnamon and cream
Fire alarms deafen me
A blazing life and an empty glass they seize
Calling out to me trying to suck me in
Numb
I decide to just sit dry..
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