This poem is not about aliens :) !
Ever thought why she keeps calling and who's on the line,
When the tele-marketeer calls on a given morning at nine?
Ever remember that noble soul who led you all the way,
An unknown city, roads less traveled, by trust per se?
Ever wondered how the journey went past in lesser while,
Sitting next to a little child, with song along every mile?
Ever figured on the way back home, what's on a cabbie's mind,
Worrying if you struck a conversation, a tell-tale would unwind?
Ever appreciated the wise-cracks of a bus driver en route,
A man nice to you, but in traffic, among brutes is a brute?
Ever recollected the names of all your teachers in school,
Good or bad they tried their best, to help you fish in the pool?
Ever gave an opinion on what would be a better dress to choose,
To fellow-shopper, alone in the colorful riot, leashes let loose?
Ever tipped a handy man more generously for the errands run for you,
For money or not, the service he lends is not what your peers do?
Ever offered an old woman help to cross the crowded street,
Even if you didn't stop courteously, when in the busy-car fleet?
Ever questioned if we are meant to be meet strangers, just like this,
In the cosmic chaos of life, with social conduct codes amiss?
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Ever thought why she keeps calling,marketing news she's bearing,
And you make sure she doesn't call again, by asking what she's wearing?
Ever remember that ass soul who led you all the way,
And robbed you on an abandoned road, because of your foolish trust per se?
Ever wondered how the journey went past in a longer while,
Cause the kid next to you bawled at every mile?
Ever figured on the way back home, what's on a cabbie's mind,
Ogling at you in the rear view mirror, probably a sex fiend?
Ever despaired at the abuse of a bus driver en route,
A brute to all and a brute to you ?
Ever recollected the names of all your teachers in college,
Each an idiot and absolutely no knowledge?
Ever tipped a handy man more generously for the errands run for you,
Cause if you didn't he'll never ever come back to you?
Ever questioned if we are meant to meet a strange man,child or a miss,
And get screwed over most of the time, just like this.
OKAY!! I won't write such poems again :(
Ever come down here to see, this blog has fans and a follower,
Not sure if it's for the cynicism or the mush all over !
Don't be upset, don't throw a fit,
You are but a whetstone for my wit,
There are always two sides to a story,
And I choose to write about the pessimistic and the gory.
Write what you want, write what you wish,
In the vast ocean of your thoughts, you should fish,
Write what you like, write what you feel,
Anything and everything, even my sex appeal
Oh yes, yes, I will not stop the writing,
The dreamy dabbling or the weakened whining...
Happy thoughts for the flow, nasty thoughts for the fuss,
Makes sure there's space for both of us :) !
But, dude, for every 4 lines I pen,
Please do come back with a whacky ten!
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