friday night drinks.....check
sleeping overdose.....check
home cooked food.....check
read novel....check
watch movie "cloudy with a chance of meatballs"......check
watch movie "dil bole hadippa"......check
watch movie "wanted"......check
do laundry.....check
another weekend older
and no wiser

when she says rhyme....i guess its time

the chilly winds howl outside
frantic fingers tap inside
to write words and not so many
to make perfect sense and yet not any
tonight its just me running wide

"write fool write" she says
"write more and yap less"
its midnight what do u expect
an ode a poem a lyrical conquest
coherent words from a cynical mess

"AABBA thats the way to go
shd be lyrical, smooth in flow"
yes my dear whatever u tell
i will find words and make them gel
in any strange way only i know

hey look three paras already done
i have finished before i begun
and then she grins her cheery smile
i sigh...guess its all been worthwhile
...and also a tad bit fun
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p.s....the things u make me do!!!

edge of the roof....walking aloof...life on either side....terra firma if on the left i slide....freedom on the right.....how many roads did i walk to get here....its amusing....what if i had chosen to a go a certain way....and not the other....would i still be on this roof.....tiptoeing to a decision.....choosing life and to try and make something full of it.....or to realise the pointlessness of it all....the wind beckons me to fly...the ground beseeches to turn and try....both make equally compelling cases....on the one hand theres so much i havent seen....on the other hand i always wanted to fly.....fly to an endless depth....hurtle in a free fall....a final one if that may be....oh well...who am i kidding....its not the ground or wind....but voices in my head....me playing devils advocate to whatever side i choose....like standing in between two mirrors....stuck in an endless reflection...."hey its only a few hundred feet to the ground....besides...what have u got to lose...."......

"and all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity"
-Simon and Garfunkel, Homeward Bound