TRUTH

Life is nothing
but the Butt end of a cigarette

When the flesh is mingled to the dust
Expectation fades in the air
Passion float in the water
Everybody becomes a nobody...

And all you damn busy souls
Could I ask you then
Why these facade dreams?
Why these unending pretentions?
Crucade conspiracy?
Aimless marathon?

Hey! thou Himalayan Breeze
Twittering nightingle
Soothing winterdrops

Sing a lullaby for me.
Imbued me with the pastoral pleasure
Take me out of this ethereal earth
Make me a twig
make me a bird
make me a nobody

cring...cring...cring
Hello... yes sir...
ya ya.. will reach by 10.15
ok sir ...ok

Seh....Seh....